Twice in the last 24 hours, our Eames lounge chair has been the recipient of Iain's effluvia. Twice.
And yet, one wipes it off, cleans it with a leather wipe, and all's well.
Thank you, Herman Miller. You make good stuff.
P.S. The doctor says it's not strep. It's a virus, and we might have a fun bout of diarhhea coming down the pike. So to speak. Yay!
2 comments:
Poor Iain! Poor chair....hope you two don't get it too. He is so big now, it's amazing how fast it's going.
-Rebecca and Isla
I KNOW! He's a moose.
But he seems to me on the mend. That, or the awesomely powerful anti-nausea meds are doing their work.
Now Dad and I can collapse into bed and the washing machine can take a much-needed break.
Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISLA!!
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