This past weekend was a lot of fun, mostly because I found this quilt for only $10 at a local thrift store. I also finished up watching the first season of Dexter (it's a bizarre show that can't be explained) and got a hair cut and highlight. Anyway, I decided that since my couch has given up the ghost, I may as well cover it up with something pretty. The quilt has seen better days, but all in all is holding up pretty well.
As you can see, the couch is beginning to resemble a woman who forgot to put on her bra.
Thank you all so much for your suggestions on how to salvage the couch, they were most helpful. I'll probably try them later, b/c forking out money for a brand new couch is something that takes a lot of time and saving (as we all know), unless I can find one at a local resale furniture store. I've been there before and in the past they've had plastic covered couches from the 50's... you know the ones. The couches still in pristine condition 60 years later b/c grandma wouldn't let anyone take the plastic off? I would LOVE one like that, but even those take some saving for.
Now for the reminiscing. Today while driving on the freeway I was stuck behind a big truck. At first I was annoyed, but then I read the big words printed in red across the back: Cedar Creek Inc. All of a sudden I had a flood of memories smack me in the face. I rarely get too nostalgic or sentimental over things, mostly b/c I'm too busy and distracted. But there in my car, with no where to go and nothing else to think about, all I could do was stare at those big red words. Cedar Creek.
My grandfather had a business outside Dallas, and his shop/office was located at Cedar Creek. Or at least that's the way my childhood memory captured it. He and my grandmother also had a cabin there, on a little lake. I drove behind that truck this morning, remembering summer vacations spent there. Meme and Grandad had the perfect 'patio home' in Dallas, and sometimes Grandad would take us out to his shop while he worked. This was a big treat. I can remember playing hide and go seek in the isles of machinery, the air smelling of grease and metal. I remember asking Grandad for a paper cup so I could catch tiny little frogs outside the shop. I would capture them in that cup, sometimes five or six at a time, they were no bigger than my fingernail. I remember eating Moon Pies and RC Colas for lunch ( I realize now that was all the food he had in the shop). It was marvelous.
The last time I went to the shop with him, he let me have an ash tray from his office. It's one of those big oblong 50's ash trays, with boomerang shapes on it. I have no idea why he gave it to me, he didn't smoke. And at 10, I surely didn't smoke. But I still have it. I thought about his shop, those summers, and the tiny frogs all the way to work today.