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Friday night, I stayed at my friend Lisa’s house in NJ, after spending the day at a funeral… I warned her, “I cannot over sleep, I have my upholstery class tomorrow and the instructor warned us not to be late.” She laughed… I couldn’t sleep. I arose at 6am and arrived early, parked in front of the Furniture Joint and waited. With 15 minutes to class, I rang the bell. I rang a few times. The window opened. I looked up. .. One look at Matthew’s face an it was made clear to me that I was now in trouble for being too early and annoying. [sigh]. I write this in fear because I know he tracks this blog. He said it “amuses” him to read the postings.
Cambria, your blog captures my experience and sets it into words… last week I too was thrilled to make peace with the staple gun. I got the “demo” station last week. I was really nervous. I think Matthew quickly learned that I was in need of 1:1 instruction… When he had to provide a tutorial of how to swing a hammer for the second time  But I did have some success and I even got a thumbs up once. True, it was mostly due to the fact that I had an actual example of the correct way to do each step on my ottoman… the demo. I was also warned not to botch-up “his” ottoman (“botch up” were not exactly the words used). I’m super nervous for next week, being that I was told I would not have the good fortune of landing the same station.
Last night, I stared at my “thrift shop treasure”… the chair that inspired me to begin this process. I gave her a loving pat. I think I’m learning something… even though I haven’t been so nervous in class since I had nuns for teachers. I feel the tough love in the details. Today, I intend to strip her down and take a look at her bones. Then there is no going back…I will have an amazing chair! Just as soon as I’m done with my darn ottoman (or rather Matthew’s ottoman).
Hang in there ladies!