I am working (quite diligently I might add!) on the to do list I posted earlier today. Sure, I’m putting off cleaning the cat litter box. Wouldn’t you? Anyway, I ran out to do errands – banking, dry cleaners, etc. and of course had to take a stroll into the local Salvation Army. Amongst my scores, this stool for $3.99.
Well hello there ugly little brown stool. What’s your name?
What a sad name. Why don’t you come home with me for a little makeover?
Hmm? What do you say?
So me and Craptastic headed home. We chatted for a bit, made 4 loaves of banana bread and split a diet coke. Craptastic kept edging over to the roll of Lee Jofa fabric that I hadn’t yet used. Poor fabric was still in the shipping container. Sad. I know.
I took the fabric out and let them mingle a bit. Small talk ensued. I’m from here. You’re from there. Wouldn’t we be delightful together, etc. You know how it goes.
The fabric seemed open to a merger of sorts. I pulled out the fabric and made my first cut into this 19 yard bounty of silk velvet plaid fabulousness. Craptastic almost fell of the damn table. So much jumping! Such excitement!
I grabbed my staple gun and got to work.
I trimmed off the excess fabric and now, Craptastic…he’s feelin’ mighty FANTASTIC. We’re applying for a formal name change on Monday morning at city hall.