I’ve been looking for some butt-love for quite a while now…
You might remember this project we worked on two winters ago (and when I say “we” I mean “Martin”). As much as I’d really love to have pockets deep enough to just run out and buy ALL THE THINGS whenever I want them, I had an idea that finding suitable seating for this run of walnut we’ve got hanging out in the kitchen might take some time. It needed to be sexy, comfortable, and affordable. (And did I say sexy? Do not underestimate the importance of this.)
We spent most of our time in this room, and it needs to look right in here. And it needs to act right in here, too. Will they be doing homework here? Might we move our computer? I wasn’t sure then, but I knew whatever seating we chose had to be on hydraulics, so the children could sit at the right level. I’m glad we had some time to live with it before running out and getting some kind of whateverseating.
I saw this beauty and her sister just hanging out near the towel section, looking gorgeous and trading secrets.
And then! While I was at The Place the Rhymes with Sinners last week, I saw this modern beauty and her sister just hanging out near the towel section, looking gorgeous and trading secrets, and I was all, SHUT. THE. DOOR.
I eyed one, and then the other… I selected the more beautiful one. (Sometimes looks totally matter. Uh-huh, do so!) And then I sat right on on her and spun around, looking down at her gorgeous chrome leg. Smoooooooth. And her price point said takemehomerightnowI’myours.
I whipped out my leather-bound retractable tape measure from my purse (you have one, right?) and started measuring her up… and if memory served, she would be right for our space. But of course, I had a kid with me who was DESPERATE to pee, and the line has a bajillion people in it already… and there was no way I could carry her home with me anyhow. I had to make prayers and crazy deals to the shopping gods that she’d be there in the morning, and just exited stage left, trying not to cry.
I emailed Martin when I got home and implored him to have a look after work… and maybe even buy it… but he was too late leaving work to do so. Stupid jobs.
But! We had house guests visiting… with a Jeep… “Hey, Sweet Thing… perhaps if I made you something delicious for breakfast today…?”
And OH MY DAYS but my beauty and her sister were still in the store that morning, and my be-muscled house guest carried her all over the store for me, through the cash, down the escalator, and then nestled her into the back of her Jeep. It all took about twelve minutes.
*skips and claps and does happy dance*
There is definitely room for more than one stool here, but this lady is wide across the seat… she’s Eames-y, with her shapely
ass walnut veneer and creamy-white vinyl seat. (Wipeable!) Two would be too many. Though, I don’t think I’m opposed to a smaller stool sitting next to her, tucked under the counter. Something smaller and more basic. Hmmmm… My eyes are still peeled for something fabulous, but it’s not an eminent need.
For now, I’m in love.
PS – I *might* owe the shopping gods my next born child. I won’t mention the whole vasectomy-thing that prevents this from happening but I will appease them some other way, I swear.
Any new finds this summer, friends? Share.