A Major Award

Several years ago, we trash picked a mid-century daybed from an old Victorian house near our place in New Jersey. We loved the design but the cushions were hideous. As we were strapping the wooden structure to the top of our car I said to my husband, "I'm only bringing this home if we get new cushions made immediately."

Did you notice that I started out this post by saying, "Several years ago"?

During the first year I nagged. "When are you going to order the cushions?" In year number two I threatened. "We're not inviting anybody over until you fix this eyesore!" The third year I was sad. "You have no idea how much stress this is causing me."

Now, you may be wondering why I didn't just order them myself. It's simple. My husband didn't trust my ability to measure properly and since I barely passed geometry I couldn't put up much of an argument.

Finally, we placed the order. I'm pretty happy with the results.



Similar mid-century daybeds sell on Ebay for close to a thousand dollars. Our rehab cost less than three hundred.

Now I no longer have the same look on my face as the mother in A Christmas Story had each time she gazed upon the infamous leg lamp. Although, the leg lamp would fit right in with our decor.