Over the winter, this is what our kitchen table looked like
Those metal chairs were a dumb, dumb, dumb decision. I needed side chairs in a pinch and the price was right, but I knew from the get-go that they weren’t working.
So I finally did something about it.
Isn’t that SO much better?
Now before you go thinking it’s all sunshine and lollipops, let me give it to ya straight.
The good, the bad, and
the ugly a hilarious teaching story that has nothing to do with chairs.
I LOVE the way these Restoration Hardware chairs look.
They are the Madeleine in Weathered Oak Drifted.
At $99 bucks a chair, the price is certainly right.
They are relatively comfortable. The seat cushions help with the comfort. I’m glad I ordered them.
They are pretty sturdy. We are not “stick people” and they hold us up just fine. Even a certain almost 15 year old that insists on rearing back in his chair.
You know the old adage, you get what you pay for?
The one big negative on these chairs is that the wood is rough. And I mean rough.
Like if you are wearing a sweater to dinner you’re gonna be unraveled by dessert kinda rough.
And you’ll be “showin yo-self.”
Oh. my. goodness.
I just realized I never shared with you one of my funniest teaching stories EVER.
My first year of teaching, I taught first grade.
I was fresh out of college, bright eyed and wanted to change the world…one six year old at a time.
My students called me snow white because I had dark hair, fair skin, and was the sweetest teacher ever. Awwww…
Now they are 28 years old. Which makes me feel like a dinosaur.
Anyway…one of my most adorable students, Brandon decided in the middle of our reading lesson that liberally applying glue stick to his chapped lips was a wonderful idea.
Not his first infraction of the day, mind you and I was at the end of my rope.
So I called him out into the hall to let him know that this behavior would not be tolerated.
Let me set the stage…this was 1991, when white “puffy” shirts (remember the Seinfeld episode?) were in style.
Now mine didn’t look exactly like this. It was way less pirate-y and came down into a “v ” in front.
Not a low, “hoochy v“…just a regular ol “v”. But the shirt was very blousy.
So I bent over to talk to Brandon (6 year olds are short and I’m 5′ 7, so that was a big bend…but making eye contact on their level rather than towering down always seemed appropriate to me… ya know, being snow white and all)
and asked him what in the wide, wide world of sports he was thinking putting glue stick on his lips and didn’t he know how unsanitary that was and why was he determined to be on my very last nerve, yada, yada…
and wrapped this very long lecture up with a
“Do you understand, Brandon?”
And I will never forget this as long as I live…
His eyes were huge as saucers and he says to me…
“But Miss Snider?” (maiden name)
“Yo showin yo-self.”