Day 12 in the January Blog a Day Challenge is Recovery. It’s actually about a chocolate bar, so bear with me and I’ll get us there. Promise.
By orchestrating this particular topic I can only assume Katrina was hoping for a bunch of Recovering Shoeaholic posts from women with the same shoe size as her so she could swoop in, offer to aid in their recovery by removing the temptations and snatch up some new kicks for practically nothing. I wouldn’t put it past her.
Since I confessed previously I don’t like shoe shopping I am clearly not recovering from a shoe addiction.
Aside from a lipgloss addiction I have no intention of ever giving up, I don’t feel like I am recovering from anything.
Where does that leave this post then?
Well, while I may not be recovering from anything, I do have a new house that needs recovering. Walls. Floors. Chairs. Enter this bad boy.
A co-worker from my college days was enlisted to help my old boss move and this lovely piece was set out for the curb. The curb. The horror. I snatched it up and have been meaning to recover it for the past 10 years.
For the record, The Husband hates this chair.
Anyway, I thought it would be perfect and clever of me to finally “recover” this chair for my “recovery” blog post. Except I’ve decided to move this chair from the living room into the bedroom and I’m not ready to redo the bedroom yet. Plus I decided all of this about two days ago and, since I’m no Supermom, that isn’t nearly enough time for me to decide on fabric, buy fabric, google how in the heck to actually recover a chair, take and edit pictures of said recovering and turn it all into a decent blog post.
I did however take some lovely pictures of a chocolate bar with my new 60mm lens that desperately need published.
I already got from recovery to chair, how hard could it be to then get from chair to chocolate?
I could photograph the chocolate on the chair. Except I prefer to shoot outdoors and this particular chair is a pain in the rear end to get through doorways. It’s very wide. Much like a rear end actually.
I could craft a miniature chocolate chair. If I can sculpt the word NEW into hummus, certainly I can sculpt a chair out of chocolate. Am I right?
No, I’m not right.
If I don’t have time to figure out how to recover a chair I don’t have time to figure out how to create a chair, whether it’s out of chocolate or not.
It suddenly occurred to me while sitting in the unrecovered chair that I am in fact recovering from a case of serious disappointment over the newly photographed chocolate bar.
Not the photography, but the bar itself. You see I picked up this baby from the international aisle because I thought the bubbles would be fun. Like a pop in your mouth.
Turns out the bubbles are just air which pretty much means I got less chocolate for the money I spent. Top that off with the fact the flavor was kinda meh and the result is disappointment in need of recovery from.
See, I got there. Told you so. So there.
To catch up on my January Blog a Day posts:
Question of the Day: What’s the most disappointing food you’ve ever eaten?