Friday, January 22, 2010
Christmas Eve I must have eaten a bit too much because I sat on one of our barstools and seconds later I found myself on the floor. The metal leg actually broke. Since then, we've tried to managed with just the 2 stools we have left, but with 3 girls, the fights over who sits at the kitchen counter just aren't worth it. We've searched high and low and these are the two we like. I'm in love with the orange stools. They are modern, fun, and most importantly orange. Love anything orange. Paul thinks that we might get sick of them too quickly. His choice is the black wood stool. I love these too. They are certainly a "safer" color choice. My only concern is that the sharp corners might stab a few legs, heads, arms, while a certain child is bound to spin in them. Decisions. Decisions.