The story of the chairs.

On our way back from Las Vegas, when we stayed for a whopping 8 hours at Brooke's house, Tate decided that he loved Payton's chair. I decided that I wanted to get Tate one, so I set out searching the consignment shops.

I couldn't find one, but one of the ladies who works at one of the stores mentioned that she had a mini recliner left over from her granddaughter that she had been meaning to bring in to sell. She said she would bring it in for me to see the next day.

The next day we went back and the chair was super cute. Loved it. Best part, only $30! Can't beat that. Tate loved it as well. Brought it home and sprayed it down with Febreeze as it was a little old and musty smelling. Left it outside to dry and air out. When Chris came home, me mentioned that he smelled cigarette smoke. It was the chair. I hadn't even noticed it because it had been outside all day drying.
He got out the carpet shampooer and went to town on the chair. Cleaning it up one side and down the other. The next day, it still smelled. So I put it outside again, this time in the sun, to try and bleach some of the smell out. No luck.

I took it back to the consignment shop and they gave me a full refund (which they don't normally do). The woman felt bad and I felt bad that it didn't work out. It was such a cute chair.

Tate, on the other hand, was totally bummed that his chair was gone. He kept looking for it and whining when it wasn't in the spot it had been in. So, I started a new hunt for a chair.

I found a super cute one at the first store I went to. A little (ok, a lot) more than I wanted to spend, but it is so cute and has a matching ottoman! Merry Christmas a month+ early, Tate!