FIT for a King!

A friend who flips houses needed an 8 ft table and a matching hutch removed from a house... it had 1 captains chair (with arms) and 3 more chairs and the hutch had glass doors (most of which broke in transit)... cost $200 (those that know me have to know that is a ton for me to pay for furniture, but I saw something in this set that I just knew would fit to my liking- eventually)... so this is the UGLY captain's chair- FOR THE CAPTAIN OF OUR HOUSE!  This sweet husband of mine, drove me to Tempe, helped me load it on the trailer and drove it home and I can only imagine what he was thinking... this crazy wife of mine has really done it this time with this horribly ugly furniture...  Almost immediately he started working on an 8 ft bench to accommodate our children, since there were only 4 chairs.  He designed it, built it and (insert about 8 months later) I painted and covered it with Silver vinyl (this is not just ANY vinyl though- it is BOAT upholstery, given to me by my dear friend Amy- who lucky for me- completely refinishes boats and is so kind as to give me the scraps).... to make it easy to clean.
ok- back to the CAPTAIN chair...

Here's the deal,

pronounced DILL at my house...or at least by me and made fun of by kids...I am a true mama bear... ask anyone who knows me and they will tell you that you do not mess with my kids.  Of course, nobody likes the parent that says, "my kid would not do that!" and I am not that kind of parent... My children have been taught to hold themselves accountable for their choices.  Celebrate when you make the choice that helps you succeed and kick yourself in the pants when you make the choice that landed you in warm or hot water... Take note that I did not say "make a mistake"  I treasure the person I have become because of choices I have made in my life that others would call mistakes.. Those choices have made me a better person, a person that recognizes when to serve others and when to keep my nose out of others' business... I feel that I do not have the right to have an opinion about another's way of life and on that same note- you do not have the right to have an opinion about mine.  Free agency is a gift, one that was given to me, to do with- as I see fit- not you.  I choose to know that I am not perfect and that I am enough.  Trying for perfection = unhapiness.