I don't really ignore my kids.
My table used to look like this (can you see it past the gigantic headless prego?)
Nothing wrong with it. If you're into ugly two tone wood and stuff. Which I clearly was in 2004 when I bought it.
Then it looked like this:
Chalkboard table and cool vintage school chairs. I told you I have a thing for school paraphernalia.
I love these little chairs, despite the fact that they were made for skinny 16 year olds and not, um, post-3-babies-mamas. Regardless, we definitely did not split three of the seats down the middle. Ahem.
But then I saw these little guys on the side of the road.
More accurately, I saw them at a yard sale. I wasn't willing to spend $3 each, so I waited an hour and circled around after the yard sale was over. Sure enough, they were sitting on the curb with a free sign. I am like a Stealthy Ninja Trash-Picking Superhero like that.
Possibly they may live in a homeschool room someday, but for now, they are living around my dining room table.
Leftover paint and a few stenciled numbers = free.
You know, just in case I ever need to count my chairs in a hurry.
I totally get that bright red + stencils might not be your cup of tea. That's absolutely fine if you don't want to be awesome.
They're going to look even better when Chris makes me this farmhouse table for my 30th birthday:
Oh, hey, Chris? Will you make me this farmhouse table for my 30th birthday?
These chairs are heavy, solid wood.
So if my ass cracks one of these bad boys, we are in biiiig trouble.