I have a blog!
Actually, I’ve had a blog for a whole week, now. I just haven’t done anything with it. As usual, I’ve been dithering and fretting about what to write first. Should it be about furniture? The store? My flowers! They’ve been exceptional this year. But then again, maybe I should write about an event. And so, I’ve managed to do nothing.
Yesterday, it was decided for me. An event involving the store and furniture and flowers it would be, because yesterday, I killed a piece of furniture.
The day started well enough. I went to pick up a couple of pieces from my friend Sheila. You may have seen some of her amazing paint finishes in the store. She had converted an old ladder back chair into a planter and a night stand had gone back to her for a facelift. The night stand was French Provincial with a wrought iron fleur-de-lis knob. She had antiqued it and added a piece of bead board in the back. She had gone to some trouble to spiff it up and it looked great. You’ll just have to trust me on this one.
We chatted with her mom, I annoyed the dog for a bit, and items were loaded into the truck.
I heard the thump as I was backing out of the driveway. Something must have fallen over in the bed of the pickup, but I didn’t see anything...so I started to back up again. Cruuuunch! And in that instant I knew. Oh, egad...I knew exactly what it was. The night stand had never actually made it into the truck. It had been forgotten behind the bumper...and I had flattened it. Smashed it to smithereens. Sheila and her mom ran out, the neighbor from across the street came over...uggh!
A friend offered to try to repair it. Was I sure that it couldn’t be glued? Then he saw it... and offered to put it on his burn pile, instead.
Sigh... I know everyone has a mindless oops now and then, a “What in the world were you thinking?,” but this felt incredibly stupid. I’ll bet Miss Mustard Seed never ran over a piece of her own furniture...
Oh, well. As Miss Stacy told Anne Shirley, “Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.”
