I was going to delete my post from last night but I decided against it. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who goes through this (thanks for all the private emails!) and wonder/worry about if I'm just not cool enough or something.

The important thing that I got out of this experience? Seeing the hugeness (yes, I know that's not a word) of my husband's love and concern for me. His undying support and his cute cheerleading way of Rah-Rah-Chicka-Boom-Pah in helping me recognize that I should be proud of myself for getting some stuff done.

I heart him. A lot.

And here are the pics of the chairs I recovered. (I did three dining chairs & one folding chair.)