Dear vinyl table coverings,
When I said you were hideous, ugly, and in poor taste and should be used for arts and crafts at Camp Kerplookee, you were in your (40 year) awkward stage.
And when I said you belonged in a kitchy ghoolish 70's wax museum under the elbows of a surreal and alluringly grotesque Brady Bunch card party - let's face it, you were straight up ugly. I mean, darn, darn, bad.
But I have seen the error of my ways. I have met Chilewich vinyl table products and been shamed regarding how I did go on and on about how hideous you were. Because you are the ugly duckling of the table no more.
I have stopped all that now. I am trying to figure out how to score myself some of these vinyl - (yes, I just said that; Readers, kindly take something for those hives, will you, Dahlings?) Brocade items.
I am so, so, sorry vinyl. But, really, you were such a mess. I could hardly have seen this coming.
Love and kisses! See you at brunch?