We've been shopping for patio furniture.
For, um, three years now.
We left our heavy wrought-iron furniture behind when we moved from Texas --it was pretty beat up after ten years pool-side and too heavy to add to the already groaning moving van. My husband had closed on our house a few weeks before we moved and had bought some cheap outdoor chairs to use while he waited for us to join him. Those became our outdoor furniture.
For the next three years.
Here's a tiny video of what it looked like. (On April 1 of this year. When it was snowing.) (Not that I'm still bitter or anything.)
THIS year, I really wanted to buy new patio furniture. We spend so much time outside in this glorious weather and I wanted to sit in a chair that didn't threaten to drip rusty water on my shoes.
I asked my Facebook clan what they recommended and we had some debate about wrought iron vs. cast aluminum. I kind of wanted wrought iron because I don't really ever want to buy patio furniture again. But all wrought iron furniture looks like it's vintage to me, and I'm kind of a modern girl so I couldn't find anything I liked.
I took the girls with me to check out what was still available at Home Depot.
|Ana, prepared to duck and roll in the event of explosion.|
Unfortunately, Home Depot was completely sold out of dining sets. We toyed with just buying a conversation pit, because it really was offered at a huge savings. Unfortunately, it's from the Martha Stewart Living collection and...well... had the potential of exploding.
I would be very put out if I'd spent all this time shopping for just the right patio set and it exploded.
So, we went with the non-exploding one that we found at a store that turned out to be owned by a couple who lives in our neighborhood, Genealogie Home and Garden. I highly recommend them--they delivered for free and threw in the umbrella for good measure. Only, as it turns out, I had already bought a giant red umbrella at The Christmas Store, which is a store that has nothing whatsoever to do with Christmas. (I'm still in my red phase.)
(Okay, okay, so, as has been the theme of my summer, I bought the umbrella and it didn't fit the old table and I couldn't take it back because I had thrown away the receipt accidentally. I am challenged in so many ways--this is just one of them.)
So, here it is:
|Now all our yard needs is a giant metal chicken and we're good to go.|