{Peeling Pleather Saga}

Yes mam, by 9:00 Wednesday morning I had my couch loaded up and ready to take to the Goodwill. . . or so I thought. 



 My 1st stop was the Jennylind Auction.  I had some things I needed to put in for Fridays Sale.

(They have some gorgeous furniture this week!)

 I pull up and see a trailer. . . my heart beating fast. Love. Antiques. (Can't help myself)

 See that buffet hidden back there . . . so pretty.

 I was highly fascinated by that "twig table" back there. . .as you can see I wasn't able to get up close and personal.  After my antique endeavors I was onto take care of my couch situation.

 

Now y'all this is a prime example of how folks get attached to their own stuff. . .

 

YOU think its a "real jewel" but then you realize. . . not so much. . .

 

Stop #1 The ReStore.  They wouldn't take it. (Really? Is it that bad?)

Stop #2 Mustard Seed. They wouldn't take it. (I understand, just caught them on an off day)

Stop #3 The Veterans Thrift, knowing they take everything. I TRIP THERE. FALL FLAT ON MY FACE. DENT MS. SIRI. AND ALMOST CRY. And no, they wouldn't take it either. (Good thing I don't have pride issues)

Stop #4 The Goodwill. NOPE. Not-A-Chance.

 Okay. . .here's where it gets even better. . . I had to PAY the DUMP to get rid of my couch.

Yes, you read that right. 

 This is what it came to.

My couch.

In a dumpster.

(Who knew "Peeling Pleather" that sticks to your clothes and carpet was so undesirable?)

 The End.

 

In case you are wondering my next sofa will be 100% Cowhide. or Fabric. Thank you.

 

(I MUST finish getting ready for this group of 10th grade boys. . .they will arrive tonight.)