Today a fretting Mom chose inexpensive stock chairs over custom ones. I'm on board. Initially, we weighed, we looked at fabric samples upside down and sideways. We came up with upholstery options that were, well, showstopping. Then she got it. She knew. She didn't want to spend mealtime and playtime worrying about (yelling about?) keeping the (admittedly GORGEOUS) upholstery clean. She's right. We got in the car, drove to the ready-made furniture store on the corner and ponied up for six cheery red leather cuties. There's time for the 20-year chairs later. The 5-year chairs are happy, hip, and keep peace at the kitchen table. Peace is it. I love my job.
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