I've been calling myself "crankypants" as the reno creeps under my skin and wears down my patience and usual good nature. Last week when the shelves fell out of the wall I officially lost it -- my poor mother relived shades of my legendary toddler fits of the late 1980s, but this time with expletives
Friday afternoon made that all disappear, however, as when I went up to my room dreading the mess of boxes and plaster I saw this beauty tucked into my desk:
I lost it again, but this time in a good way, as I've continually lusted after this chair and now I finally have one to call my own!!I'm not sure where I'll place it but for now I'm using it at my desk.
Isn't it positively lovely?