Worn chairs
I just came across a blog post from my family blog in 2017 that is one of my favorites and I thought I would re-post it here. The chairs are gone (oddly salvaged from the trash pile by some college kids that were out witnessing one day...), but the lesson learned remains! Enjoy... The other day I was sitting at the table eating lunch with my son and he spilled his bowl of my soup on my chair. He was, ofcourse, not sitting in his high chair when he spilled this soup - where the tray would have caught and confined the liquid. No, he was sitting in my chair. The "cleanest" of the remaining chairs. I use the term clean in the loosest sense of the word. After all, the once white fabric is now a mixture of off-white, grayish-brown and colorful marker designs. The fabric on the seats has literally worn through from so much use. For a moment I hung my head in shame. Yuck. This is gross. I can not keep up - every time I clean, it gets dirtier. These seats look...