Fanny is Nekkid…
as they say in the South. We successfully disrobed Ms. Fanny this morning. Which means progress is happening at Chez V. Noteworthy b/c us two Sagittarians typically move like snails. Fabric has been purchased. Paint has been selected.
|notice the dirt and debris where two seams came together. ewwwww.|
As we were pulling off the seat bun fabric, mr. V asked if I had Fabreze on hand. ‘Yes, why?’ To which he replied, ‘because the foam will likely smell like stale cigarettes and farts. Old lady farts.’ Before I could even get the laugh out he made a soft pfffffffffttt sound.
Seriously, I fell out. Down to the ground laughing. Because farts are always funny.
A gajillion pulled staples and two blisters later and that little hussy is finally nudey mcnude.
All photos by mrs. V
kisses, mrs. V