For all the things I’ve bought over the years (platypus puppet ceiling fan vacuum attachments . . . ), I don’t buy certain things because I assume they’ll never work.
Blergh.
Well, these work.
Knowing some of you share my Unique Brand of Crazy, I thought I’d share.
I bought some chairs at a garage sale that match my chairs exactly. Not because I needed more, but because we were running a risk of the ones we had going down at any minute. We were used to that slightly sinking feeling, but seeing guests look nervous when they sat down was a little embarrassing.
I got the last three chairs at the sale, and we immediately replaced the worst of the chairs we had. (Instead of adding to, like I’d have done pre-blog.)
I say “we” but it was really Hubby and the boys. They did it one day when I was gone.
I came home and sat in one of the chairs, and as I scooched it up to the table, I noticed a very loud silence.
I was used to hearing a screeching sound when we scooched the old chairs. (FYI, “scooched” is a word according to the absence of a red, squiggly line in Word. I was surprised, too.)
These new chairs had little felt pads on the bottom, and the felt pads do what they’re supposed to do. The prevent screeching while scooching.
Who knew?
Oh. Right. Probably everyone but me.
Do you screech when you scooch? You can get some screech-preventers through my Amazon affiliate link here.