Telling Tale – White Chairs

Angel and Becky - Telling Tales

As many know, what fi rst inspired the magazine were the emails we received each week in response to our “Telling Tales” column published in the Wednesday edition of the Wilson Post.

Our “tongue in cheek” column is about our “normal” life as working mothers and busy wives who go about our days in Wilson county – muddling through it all – but at the end of the day – thankful for every minute of it.

Our favorite part about writing for the local paper, is when we are stopped at the grocery or the hair salon by someone who enjoys
reading our columns and they share with us which of them are their favorites.

We will continue to share our most recent tales with you each Wednesday in the Wilson Post. But now you will be able to enjoy your
favorites in the magazine. We hope they bring you a chuckle at the end of your busy day!

Angel & Becky

Telling Tales 

Angel and Becky - Telling TalesAs many know, what first inspired the magazine were the emails we received each week in response to our “Telling Tales” column published in the Wednesday edition of the Wilson Post.

Our “tongue in cheek” column is about our “normal” life as working mothers and busy wives who go about our days in Wilson county – muddling through it all – but at the end of the day – thankful for every minute of it.

Our favorite part about writing for the local paper, is when we are stopped at the grocery or the hair salon by someone who enjoys reading our columns and they share with us which of them are their favorites.

We will continue to share our most recent tales with you each Wednesday in the Wilson Post. But now you will be able to enjoy your favorites in the magazine. We hope they bring you a chuckle at the end of your busy day!

Angel & Becky

To read more Telling Tales Articles – CLICK HERE

White Chairs

At a certain point in life you look at your furnishings and realize you have had enough of the hand me down pieces and decide its time to buy some adult furniture. This happened to me about six years ago when we moved into our new home. I categorically refused to let any piece of furniture enter the home that I did not personally pick, choose and pay for. Needless to say, my husband was practically at stroke level as I gave away perfectly good tables and chairs and went out in search of my furniture.

Just this fall, I added the fi nishing touches to our living room. I had already purchased a chocolate brown velvet sofa and selected the most beautiful rug to accompany it. Then it came down to picking out coordinating chairs for the room. I looked at many, many fabrics and for a long while couldn’t quite fi nd the perfect fabric. Until one day, I came upon the most beautiful white on white material. I had always loved the look of an all-white upholstered chair but never had I dared to consider buying one.

But on this fated day, I not only bought one white chair but two. When they arrived, I placed them in the living room right beside the chocolate velvet sofa and rug. It was pure perfection. That is, it was pure perfection…until everyone else came home.

I thought everyone knew the white chair rule – you can look at it but not sit on it. But, to my shock and horror, I soon realized not everyone knows the rule. It took only one evening for my kids to find out about the rule (in my loud voice). It took one sleep over for all other young children they know to fi nd out about the rule (again in my loud voice). And it took only one UT-Florida football game for my husband’s friends to find out about the rule (in my kind, generous, loving wife voice… of course).

Everyone now knows – don’t sit on Angel’s white chairs! You can talk about how lovely they are, you can wonder in amazement why I would buy them and you can even poke fun at me for doing so – but don’t, don’t, don’t sit on my white chairs. I could care less who you are or why you are at my house, but if I see you sitting on my white chairs – I will tell you to get up.

So, this past Christmas, my parents, brother, sister-in-law and their two small children came to visit for the holidays. And as much as I adore my parents – their sense of style is a combination of Service Merchandise meets Lazy Boy, comfort over style, practicality over anything else.

I have known my parents for a long time and its taken me years just to get them to acknowledge my take off your shoes before you come in the house rule, so needless to say, I was a wee bit concerned for my white chairs.

Christmas morning my mother (wearing shoes) came down the stairs in a fuzzy red sweater. You know the kind where the fuzz is sticking out like a halo around the sweater. My Dad was wearing his own fuzzy Christmas sweater and they both proceeded to fi ll their mugs with coffee and grab a sticky bun. Then, they both SAT in my white chairs.

My brother, who knows me well, grabbed his young children and fled the room.

Being that it was Christmas, I decided to use my Christmas voice and said, “Can you please sit somewhere else? Nobody actually sits on these chairs.”

My mother replied, “well that’s ridiculous, chairs are meant to be sat in,” and proceeded to wiggle around in the chair so that the red fuzz of her sweater could meld with my white fabric. My Dad laughed and said “you make me laugh”, and then proceeded to get comfortable by actually propping his feet and shoes upon my upholstered ottoman. At this point, my husband grabbed our children and he, too, fl ed the
room.

I recently purchased new chairs for the living room and as soon as they arrive, will be moving my beloved white chairs to another room. I’m not admitting defeat. I simply just don’t think the world is ready for them yet. More importantly though, my parents visit every spring and if I don’t get them moved before they get here, I’m going to have to be medicated.

Postscript
I did end up moving my white chairs. And am happy to report that they are now in a secure location where no one sits on them. And that makes me very happy…and a wee bit crazy …I know.

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