Yes, I am. Sarah was one of my besties before her dad went to another parish. I got a message that said “are you the Bonnie Knapp that grew up in L’Anse?” and “I have story to share with you.”
I’m embarking on my new year with Shaffer’s cheers for me.
And my planned vacation to someplace warm is going to be changed to head to downstate to meet Jess & her family.
I posted a status on facebook complaining about the swishy noise in my ear. Then I get an off-topic comment from Jim. I graduated from high school with Jim. His best friend (Dan) married my best friend (Lois) around the same time as graduation. Dan & Lois are still happily married.
Jim & I have a lot of friendly, teasing banter that happens on facebook … so I had to ask if he was serious when I saw the off-topic comment:
I told him I didn’t have a guest house or an extra bedroom, but he could sleep on the couch.
So a bunch of messages later & him trying to figure out if he has a 6-1/4″ hole saw, I am going to have a boarder for 3 weeks in January, a little bit of carpenter help, … and dinner every night after work!
He does adore pugs. I am going to have to do a headcount to make sure Annie & Suzzie are still here when he goes home on weekends.
My sofa & loveseat are going to get a very well deserved reupholstering. These are 70s era furniture that my brother’s ex-wife left in my sister’s garage. Got that relationship? Anyway, I fell in love with the shape of them even though they were covered in a cream, orange, and brown HUMUNGOUS floral fabric.
A lot of people thought I was nuts to get them done for the cost of $600.
That $600 lasted for 12 years. Three dogs added to the wear and tear.
Now: They are embedded with dog hair. One cushion has a huge hole in it (Della lost her tennis ball). The bottom of the sofa is shredded (Della lost her golf ball). The back of the couch has an indent of Annie’s butt where she sits all day (when not sleeping) watching out her lookout window. One arm of the loveseat is worn because that’s where LilBro rests his arm while watching the weather channel for hours on end. The cushions weren’t in good shape when I acquired it & they are even worse now.
I’ve been looking around for new furniture for about 3 years. I’ve just never found anything I’ve been happy with. If I’m gonna sink $2000 into a couple of pieces of furniture, I definitely want it to fit my space and my life.
So, I called a reupholster. Then sent him pictures and story of the existing pieces & my inspiration picture & talked on the phone with him about my likes and dislikes.
Like: the shape and size of the pieces, the basic color. Dislikes: separate butt cushions, buttons. I would also like to be able to wash the cushion covers.
Considering I am getting completely new one-piece butt cushions, 3 new pillow cushions on the loveseat, 5 new pillow cushions on the sofa, (all the same fabric so I can slipcover), and the backs will be padded and covered so that if a pillow slips you aren’t meeting body-to-framing and still look okay … I am damn happy that the total price is $2200.
The only thing that sucks is that I am gonna be with out that furniture for 2-3 weeks. That’s funny because I have a boarder that will be here at the same time & I told him that he’ll have to sleep on the couch. (More story on the boarder in a future post.)
I joined Facebook a couple of years ago due to my upcoming 25th class reunion. It’s become one of my daily addictions.
A lot of class photos were posted in the year up to the reunion (July 2010). A few more showed up yesterday with a lot more classmates tagged in them.
It made me LOL when my little sister said, “I find it highly amusing that you haven’t changed a bit since Kindergarten.
Exact crazy hair, same cute face, just as short.” Awwww … thanks sis. I think I did grow maybe a foot.
My 5th grade class pic is blog worthy:
We were arranged for the picture from tallest to shortest – left to right – top to bottom.
That was my favorite outfit to wear that year. The little pocket on the sleeve was where I’d put notes to pass to friends in class. I’d just point at the pocket to the note recipient & walk close by them. Pretty sneaky, huh?
I’ll give you a closeup of it:
Wow! I was working it … foot back, knee bent, hip & head tilt.
Billy, the guy in the upper left, was my crush that year. He would never answer my notes that said, “Do you like me?”
One day that I was wearing that outfit, the conversation on the playground went like this (the whole class was watching):
Billy: Why do you always zip the zipper up all the way to the top?
Me: Because I like to. Do you want to see what’s under it?
Billy (grinning): Yes!
I pulled the zipper down & said “HAH! Fooled you, didn’t I!” I always wore a matching t-shirt under the top. He turned every shade of red while everyone laughed at him. He wasn’t my crush anymore.
My Christmas decor revolves around the Heirloom Stockings made crazy quilt style out of the dresses my mom wore for formal events. I have made stockings for every family member, used it as picture backgrounds, made a tree skirt, and even bone-shaped stockings for my dogs. This year, I wanted something different for the centerpiece of the dining room table.
When I first saw this pin on Pinterest, I knew it was something I really wanted to do. Procrastination & me are best friends … but, hey, I finished it before the family dinner on the 23rd.
I had scanned prints of the fabric made into a PDF file & then printed it out at work on a color laser copier. I used a fantastic 2″ circle punch that I got for 50% off to cut the circles. I whipped out 225 (15 pages of print @ 15 circles per page) in no time at all. I only used about 1/2 of them to make 3 trees. Instead of hot-gluing I chose to to go paper mache’ since I rock at that. I simply wrapped & glued the cone form in a scrap piece of rosin paper I had laying around, watered down a bottle of dollar store white glue (50/50), & then started pasting on the pieces.
Now I’ve got to figure out what to do with those other 100-ish 2″ circles…
My name is Bonnie & this is a chronicle of my existence. Sometimes I get the words wrong.
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