Did anyone watch the new Dirty Dancing movie?
It was on last night and I was going to turn it on and put on my stirrup pants and bright blue eye shadow and rat my perm and go all 1987 and remind myself why no one puts baby in the corner.
Except I literally was driving kids around and celebrating the end of a school year and wondering if I should cut bangs in my hair…
…and I forgot.
Kind of like I forgot that stirrup pants don’t really work for me.
So to celebrate all things Dirty Dancing and amazing thrift store finds and chair makeovers, I found this post in the archives.
Here’s to best friends everywhere. 🙂
I’m married to my best friend.
He understands me and laughs with me and shops at Habitat for Humanity for chairs with me and has eyes that twinkle and when I ask him if we can move the chairs that were just painted into the middle of the back yard to photograph them….
….he doesn’t even bat an eye.
And when I dance around the yard with my camera and point to the sunlight streaming over the grass because it’s the golden hour and the light is perfect and get so excited because I probably won’t even have to edit the photos…
….he smiles and nods encouragingly.
Even though he has absolutely no idea what I’m talking about.
Because that’s what best friends do.
Last week we were in Tennessee on a mission.
I have a photo shoot coming up with an outdoor table setting and I had the table and the linens and the dishes and the platters and the napkins and the monogrammed cups ready to go.
All I needed were the chairs.
I finally found these chairs at the Habitat for Humanity store for only $15 and the woven seats were in perfect condition, but the wood was a little rough and scratched and dented. No worries. A couple of coats of paint and a little distressing fixed everything.
The lighter blue chair is painted Sherwin-Williams Faded Flaxflower (seriously best paint color name ever) and the darker blue chair is painted Sherwin-Williams Inky Blue.
After we found the chairs, we headed to a restaurant to celebrate.
I was so excited and talking a mile a minute and describing in great detail the place settings and discussing if I should hang a woven twig chandelier over the table and how much I loved blue and white and asking him if he remembered our first apartment with the cutest blue and white dishes.
And he smiled and nodded.
Until they took us to the tiniest table known to man in the darkest corner of the restaurant wedged in next to the railing.
Then he frowned.
I told him it was okay.
I told him I liked tiny tables and it wasn’t too dark and we could make it work, as I whacked myself with my purse trying to get it to go over the back of the chair.
We sat there at the tiny table in the darkness for a few minutes and then when the waitress stopped by, he politely asked if we could move to a bigger table.
She smiled and said yes and led us to the best table in the house.
There was a window and space and a big tabletop and room for miles.
My purse even had its own chair.
And as we looked over the menu and started talking about what we were going to eat and did grill chicken cancel out a brownie for dessert, he looked across the table and grinned at me.
Then he paused and his eyes twinkled and he looked around and said with a satisfactory air, “This is so much better. No one puts baby in the corner.”
Of course, he did.
Because that’s what best friends are for.
Chair shopping and knowing all the lines to your favorite movie. 🙂
PS I love you best friend and I always will.
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