With spring cleaning upon us, I usually look forward to all the yard sales & curbside scores that come with it. I mean would you pass on this lovely? Some new upholstery and you have a killer piece.
Well all of that has changed recently thanks to the media and these nasty little fellows...
Yes, I'm talking bedbugs and I'm sure you are all tired of hearing about them. Anyone that knows me can attest to the fact that I'm a bugophobe... I had Lyme really bad 10 years ago, so ticks can (and have) bite me. Mosquitos- I hate you too and your West Nile virus. Spiders- you eat mosquitos, your only redeming quality.
No see ums- We met in Florida this summer and I looked like a pincushion for days. Thanks. And the list goes on. Now add bedbugs to it. They totally have me freaked out and questioning fabulous vintage finds both on the curb and in second hand shops. I seriously have to soul search when I find a cool piece... do I strap it to the roof and go straight to the upholsterer? Find a giant oven and bake the thing? What I want to know is have they cramped your style, freaked you out or you just don't care? Thanks bedbugs for totally taking the fun out of one of my favorite pastimes.