![]() My grandmother's home smelled like fresh garlic roasting in olive oil. Would have been better if Cade had suffered a little more, but overall - pretty good. All in all, according to Robbie, it was a pretty good party. A lawn chair had been twisted into a pretzel. When the party was over, I surveyed the yard and tallied the damage. "Can you hold my tooth?" He dropped the tiny pearl into her hand and raced back into action. One boy ran up to his mom with blood running down his lip. I could hear muffled cries for help, but I wasn't about to risk the fury of the mob.Ĭonsidering the battlefield wounds, we probably should have had a MASH Unit. They attacked and beat him into submission with their axes. At 15, he is six feet tall and 190 pounds, but he was no match for a swarm of seven-year-olds. Robbie's older brother, Cade, had been enlisted as a kind of bouncer to keep the peace. Their parents stood at the perimeter - wine and beer in hand - watching in shock. The party instantly devolved into a battle scene. Like an invading force of troop carriers, SUVs pulled up in front of our house at precisely 4 p.m. What actually happened was two hours of utter mayhem. Whose idea was this wingding anyway? Diana, my wife, looked remarkably cheerful for someone about to be overrun by munchkins with inflatable pickaxes. That's so the joint can be hosed down and, if necessary, rebuilt after the party. They rent an indestructible party palace for the afternoon. Other parents - that is, the ones who value their homes - outsource these kinds of events. You'd have less damage from a horde of Mongols. ![]() Add an arsenal of plastic weaponry and you've got an incendiary mix. There are no carrot sticks on the menu, just pure sugar bombs. Inviting 20 seven-year-old boys to a backyard birthday party is sheer lunacy. His buddies were coming to our house to celebrate. Two men were hauling a massive inflatable bouncing house into my backyard. "Looking forward to the party!" I nodded, grinned and waved back at the guy trying not to look totally confused. "Hey, Jay!" one of the other dads hollered at me from the other side of the ballpark as our sons were finishing up soccer practice. Happy people can find it pretty much anywhere. I thought it was proof of the old adage: beauty is in the eye of the beholder. All her work and talent were finally being appreciated. I wish the dejected designer had stayed long enough to see how much this family loved the sectional. "Can we get it?" they begged their parents. Catching sight of the sectional, the teens raced across the showroom and leaped on it joyfully. Shortly after she left, a family of six wandered in. The designer ran her hand over the fabric. Its price tag was a fraction of what the couple had paid only a few weeks earlier. The sectional was spotless, stylish, and well crafted with vivid colors. Without telling their designer, they shipped it off quietly to FCG. The couple had a rare moment of miserable agreement - they just didn't like it. Sixteen weeks later, and a dozen or more anxious client phone calls to the designer, the sectional was delivered. Finally, the couple settled on a custom tight-back sectional with a chaise and the designer placed the order. They spent endless hours poring over swatches. That's when picking the fabric became the new nightmare. Every couch she suggested they dismissed as too soft, too firm, too stiff, or too sloppy.Įventually, they agreed on a style. Last winter, the trio trekked through the snow to all the furniture showrooms in and around Boston. What really broke her spirit, she confessed, was selecting their sectional. They bickered so much during the design process that she felt like more of a referee than a designer. Six months ago, she had been working for a couple that had been - hmmm, how to put this nicely? - very challenging clients. ![]() Turns out, she had a history with this particular piece of furniture. "Impossible!" she exclaimed, striding over to examine the piece. "Oh, no!" One of our best customers, an interior designer, was in mid-conversation with a staffer when she caught sight of a new sectional across the showroom.
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