I desperatley need new couches.
That is an exaggeration. (Exaggeration always makes things feel so much more important, don't you think?) Mine look good on the surface. They are completely stain free, believe it or not. But the cushions make you fall to the middle. I have resorted to tucking blankets under them to hold them up.
I have no idea why my couches are failing me a mere 14 years after purchasing them. I mean, it's not like we sat on them every single day for the last 14 years. And it's not like my children have ever jumped in the cushions.
Or my then 12 year old nephew, Kris.
Nope. These things have been treated with gentleness and love.
However, it is perhaps time to consider replacing them. But I still like the way they look. And I don't want to spend actual money on a couch...New couches just don't go with my hand me down, garage sale, dig through Aunt Aleta's cellar for furnishings look.
However, I had spotted a couch I like in JCPenney online. As it turns out, it was actually in stock at the JCPenney in Fort Worth. Since we were going to be in the area, we decided to go do a test run on them. We love them. However, I want them in cranberry. So, the delivery would be 6 weeks away. We have a town wide garage sale in 4 weeks, so we could sell our old couches then. I think 2 weeks is not too long to go without living room furniture. But I have been unable to truly commit to purchasing the couch. Especially as I seem to be required to pay a delivery fee. Yuck.
While in JCPenney, we decided to let the girls do a fashion show. They could try on whatever they wanted and come out and model it.
There was only one catch.
We weren't buying them one single solitary outfit...We had already bought them each 3 outfits the day before, and ended up buying them 2 more each the next day. So don't pity them. Plus, in summer they can share all clothes since they don't have to worry about leg length. In essence they each got 10 new outfits. Score!
As they were doing their runway show, we decided to snap some photos of ourselves...
Oops. I'm not sure what he was going for here. But I am sure it didn't work...
Oh. How sweet. He really DOES love me...But really. He's making my eyes all wrinkled-ey. Please. Don't age the diva. Thank you.
Surely you don't think that real divas wear makeup and actually fix their hair!!
Okey Dokey. At least he's not smashing my face. But I wanted a new Facebook profile picture. I just somehow feel this is not what I was going for...He looks like a drunk college boy.
Now he is a serial killer. And yet I continue to smile. Oblivious to the danger he is posing to me. And what about that shiny skin? You can tell I had left the arid climate of Oklahoma for the humidity of Texas, yes?
I gave up.
He was not going to cooperate. If you can't beat'em, join'em. Thank heavens I was nose friend's free in this shot!
Now. This is better. If one overlooks my flared nostrils. I think I was laughing here.
At least that's my story.
For sure laughing here.
Look at that frizz. I had not determined the correct amount of frizz serum for that day.
So there you have it. The FINAL final vacation post. Unless I should post the runway show?
I shall think about it, and ponder if I have any repartee to share with you.