It looks more impressive than it really is. After much Internet searching and belaboring, we found the perfect fabric to recover two well-worn chairs (that were generously passed down to us). I picked up a staple gun, watched a DIY video and voila. Mod end chairs a go-go. Now if I can only teach Lolo that I really do mind if she “shmeers” cream cheese on these.
Has anyone else noticed that more and more Yiddish is entering my daily lingo? Azoy vert dos kichel tzekrochen (that’s how the cookie crumbles) when you use the elliptical at the JCC I guess. Something about Yiddish phrases seeping in while you sweat.
stinkerbean 