The Search for a Chair
After years of hiding my furniture under afghans, quilts, and throws, it's time. Out with the old and in with the new. Except I don't want the new to look old within two days, which is exactly what might happen. This is the old. Skye started the shredding years ago. Then Kensi came to live with us and joined in the fun. I tried deterrents. Nothing worked. I tried slip covers. There's a reason they call them SLIP covers. They slip all over the place. What's uglier? Clawed furniture or bunched and twisted cock-eyed slip covers? It's a toss-up. Lately I just threw blankets over everything. Why buy new when Kensi's just going to use it as another scratching post? (She has three of the real things and uses them all, so redirection isn't the trick.) Because the old chair has lost so much stuffing and has gotten so saggy, it's no longer comfortable. Hubby would rather lie on the wood floor than lounge in his recliner. So I went shopping. I haven