An old friend, whom I had not seen in several years, came by recently for a visit. She now lives out of state, is recently married, but does not have any children. It’s always fun to catch up with old friends, particularly ones who shared some of my more adventurous, youthful days, and it’s always enjoyable to see their reaction to my lifestyle now.
A decade ago, when we were thick as thieves, you might have seen me doing something stupid like mixing beer and liquor on a crazy night out, often with a regrettable morning after. Now, the only crazy mixing I might do is mixing my lights and darks in the laundry…sometimes with no visible consequences…other times with all my husband’s white tee shirts turned pink.
This was actually the first time my friend had been to my new house (that I’ve lived in since late 2006), and it was also the first time she met Jake and Cecilia. The kids were pretty rambunctious which is not at all unexpected around a fun, new visitor, but we made it through the entire visit without any meltdowns, cursing (from me or them), and without any giant messes.
Thankfully my friend had called before stopping down which allowed me to make my house about as presentable as it could be given the current occupants. After the kids settled, I gave her a tour. Then we quietly settled in the family room with some adult beverages as the conversation turned to what I’ve been up to these days as I tried to mockingly put my feet up in the recliner to demonstrate how I spend my most of my time. The recliner, however, wouldn’t recline as intended because my daughter had pushed her rocking horse directly up against the back as we were talking. I forced a laugh and only half joked that my kids won’t even let me pretend to relax.
I apologized in jest for the condition of the house with rocking horses, bins of Lego’s and the thousand other toys strewn about the room. She pretended to be disgusted, and then offered a polite compliment; “Seriously, I love your house. It’s so cozy and warm. I just love all your furniture; I have a ton of Shabby Chic stuff too.”
Now, she really wasn’t meaning to offend, however, most of my Shabby Chic furniture wasn’t designed or purchased as Shabby Chic at all. In fact, upon receipt of said furniture, my entertainment center, end tables, and desk specifically, were all unmarked, undented, polished wood. Thanks to the handy work of my children, nearly every wooden surface in my home, and some other surfaces too, are now totally distressed.
Upon telling my sweet friend that although I have a lot of shabby chic accent pieces, none of my furniture was actually intended to look this way. I almost felt bad for admitting that fact as her face flushed and she said, “Well, some people pay a lot of money for this look…like me.”
It was then I had a flash of brilliance.
People pay for this look.
My kids are great at creating this look.
People can pay my children to create this look for them.
Just take a look at a few of their shabby chic creations around my home:
Three Shabby Chic Professionals.
Create the look you’ve always wanted,
but could never afford!
We bring our own tools,
can distress any wooden surface
(and others) in your home for a low, hourly rate.
Mom on site.
What do you think? Don’t you love my shitty chic, I mean shabby chic furniture? Leave me a comment and let me know if you have your own “distressors” at home!