We FINALLY put seat cushions on the bench by our door. It has been waiting- seatless- since we moved in the house. All we had to do was cut some foam and cover it with material. I bought the material and foam back when we painted the thing in January. I could just envision someone walking in our door for the first time, unaware of the danger they could encounter while taking off their shoes. As they scan the room, commenting on the lovely choice in paint, their backside gravitates toward the purple frame with the gaping hole, honing in on what their subconscious registered as a bench of some sort. Hoping to take off their tennis shoes without having to crush in the heel of one shoe with the toe of the other while wiggling the first foot out (which has now been inadvertently pinned in by the opposite foot that is in fact trying to free it), our visitor lowers themselves to sit. Phwump! Folded in half like a ceasar salad pita, they become victim to the seatless bench.
Not only do we have upholstery, we also have a new painting above the bench. It remindes me of Nice, France. The painting looks very convincing, because it is textured. However, it is just a print we bought at Big Lots. In the frame: $10. Woo hoo. The frame would have cost me that much at Wal-Mart. Enjoy les beaux arts.
2 comments:
Completely CRACKING UP at your harrowing vision of guest + seatless bench. That's hilarious.
I love the Van Gogh! Bev had a poster of that painting on our wall our freshman year in college, so it always makes me think of her, but you're right, it's so much like the streets of Nice, especially where all the bars were in Vieux Nice that got so sketchy at night. Ah, the memories. I was just thinking about "Allez, allez! Café, café!" earlier this evening. =)
I love the painting! It speaks of taste and class, and what a bargain! :D
Glad to hear you finally got the bench covered. Just think: that could have been Grandpa Philemon folded up like a caesar salad pita. ;D Or Aunt Jean. LOL
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