Stool Sample

The finishing touch on the new kitchen is hands-down the new set of stools that Steve will tell you that he picked out, but in reality I hinted and nudged and badgered him about until he finally relented and hit the send button.

I thought I found the perfect stool at my aunt's house in New Hampshire. Unfortunately I was there for my uncle's funeral, so it was a sad, awful time for everyone, but I'll be darned if I didn't walk into her house and hear an Angel sing.

I thought to myself, "Oh wow, these would look lovely at my kitchen bar. Hmmm, I wonder who makes them?" And I took a photo... and then later, when it was appropriate, I asked her where she got them. And then when I got home, I took that info to the big old wide world web where I not only found those adorable little stools, but trumped them with the Michael Phelps of all stools -- the Hillsdale Fleur De Lis.

It is perfect in here. And it just may be able to command a gold in the Men's 400 meter, but I'd hate to test the waters (so to speak) by getting it wet. I'm content to just sit and look at my 3 little beauties in all of their hand-carved craftsmanship and supple leather and noodle on how life can get much better.

Overboard? Maybe a wee bit, but I'm still enjoying the honeymoon phase of post-coit *uh... construction bliss. And wouldn't it be just like my jokester of an uncle to summon me all the way to New Hampshire from the great beyond to send me directly down the path of nirvana?

I invite you to place your tushie upon one of them at our November 15th "Kitchen-warming, open house, fill-our-new-wine-rack" party. If you are reading this and you know where we live then you're invited. See you around 7:15?


The truly inviting (practically porn quality) merchandising photo of the Fleur de Lis.



The Fleur de Lis where it belongs -- at my bar! Vive la France.



Another view... seems lonely. We need some cooking going on in that kitchen!



My artistic side. Gotta love the lighting.