Ballin' on a Budget

So Momma always told me that money can't buy taste or class. I tend to believe that's true. How else do you explain rich people who look a hot mess? I mean, if you're rich, there is no way you should walk out of your house looking like 12 K's of bad Autobahn. Now ya'll would have had to travel in Germany to get that one but for those of you who haven't, imagine cruisin' in your nice sports sedan at more than 100 MPH or faster because there's no speed limit, minding your business and enjoying the view...and then hitting a pot hole. Uh huh, that's like curtains for Batman. But, I digress. On the other side of that coin are people like me, who have Champagne tastes and ripple budgets--ripple being that low-end fortified wine that Fred Sanford made famous. So you get the picture-sometimes your budget does not match up to your desires, but never fear--you too can ball on a budget.

This is the beautiful stool that inspired me. It's hot to death, right? Yes, it was a little piece of magic, but tragically outside of my price range. So I did what any self-respecting diva would do when there's too much house to furnish and too few zeros and commas to back up your dream. I found another way to work it out.

I called on my good friend Jacques Penne' (uh, that would be JC Penney) who hooked me right on up...kinda.




The idea was simple: get rid of the ugly brown Naugahyde 'cause it'll stick to the backs of your thighs in the summertime, cover it with nice fabric and then dress it up with nail head trim. Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy, right? Not. It should have been a one day project, but apparently I did not pay attention in Kindergarten or Home Ec. and did not fully grasp the importance of being able to draw or in this case, sew in a straight line...then of course I got frustrated and put the project down and then it sat because it had gotten on my nerves and then is sat some more because I was irritated that it was taking me that long and the more it irritated me, the longer it sat and then one day I decided not to be a punk and let a stupid bench kick my butt and I started (in earnest) again...it was way too painful for what needed to be done, but I managed to finish and immediately put my sewing machine back in the closet. I'm sworn off of it for a moment, but I'm not mad at the results.




Bottom line is that it doesn't have to be expensive to be fantabulous.

Deuces!

Funky I.