White Whining

So ... have you ever read an article in a shelter magazine where the homeowner extols on the virtues of her white slipcovers and mentions dropping them into the washer with the amount of energy she might use to say ... brush her teeth? Yeah. Yeah. Let me just say that what she isn't mentioning is the back breaking work it takes to ...

1) Unbutton and unzip everything and then struggle to pull the cushions out of their hiding places as if live birth is taking place. (Getting the big piece off the couch is actually easy ... stuffing it into the washer is another matter. The seat cushions are not bad, but the back cushions are killers.) 2) After washing them and drying them enough to get drippy water off of them, I always like to stuff the "innards" back in while they are still damp so that they are sure to fit. More stuffing, pulling and groaning ensues. 3) I do this in the AZ summer so that the drying hours are fewer, but must live with them scattered and propped about so that the maximum amount of air can circulate. With a sofa and a loveseat, this is two full days of living with the upheaval.

The end of this (incredibly boring) story is that I was thrilled with how much whiter they look (thank you, Mr. Clorox) and I wanted them to be done so that they will best showcase my new coffee table. I found it at a thrift store and thought that a) it had very interesting lines and the longer, narrow-er shape I was looking for and b) would look fabulous with a coat of blue ... yes, blue ... paint.

I blame my friend Kelley aka Glamma Fabulous for sending me a map of thrift stores to peruse. I say "blame" because moving a table to the garage to make way for the old trunk which will make way for the new table ... caused me some back pain. Not to mention the aforementioned pain from the slipcovers.

Whine, whine, whine, whine, whine.

It was all absolutely worth it. I cannot wait to show you the finished product.

And, um, thank you my friend.