Dear Mr. Grainsack, I love you but.....

Its over...I'm leaving you

It seems like just yesterday that we had our first fling, a little romance with a french bergere chair

You made my heart go pity pat and my friends just loved you, we were a match made in heaven

Oh my darling Mr Grainsack, I thought we would last forever.... but now I'm not so sure

You were my very first post, so simple and silly  

We were so inexperienced, you and I....we didn't even know how to upload

I loved you in spite of the fact you were such a country bumpkin with your scratchy surfaces and dangling burlap strings

 I used you in every way I could think of and found you so special and original.  I looked the other way at the mystery stains on your ticking.  I washed and ironed out your crinkles.

We were such a good match, you and I.  You were the peas to my carrots, the peanut butter to my jelly, the stripes to my florals

You and I seemed perfect in every way

So many places to go and things to do together.  We had such fun with our friends French ticking and rag rug.

I loved the way your arms seemed so strong yet so sweet, your stripes so bold and your printing so graphic

And what a  romantic you are Mr Grainsack, how could I not fall madly in love?

 Our relationship was strong and yet I found my self wondering...am I spending too much time and money on you?

You started to follow me around every room in the house

I was beginning to feel crowded by you Mr Sack...I needed some space and yet I couldn't seem to let go, I felt possessed by some strange design disease

I even found a use for you in the bedroom, even though others thought you were weird and didn't look quite right

Then I started hearing rumors about your travels and saw photos of you popping up everywhere on the internet. You have become the darling of the blog world.....you my Grainy... my special Mr. Sack

At first I didn't mind it when I saw you visiting the upscale shops like Dan Marty and Juxtaposition Home.  I even looked the other way when you went to Texas to party with Joni at Olivene

Then I looked a little closer at the photographs and thats when I saw it.

 The ring on your upper left swatch corner!

Oh my god, Mr Grainsack...your such a FAKE.  You with your pretty new lable. Ha

And just yesterday I received this in the mail, sent to me anonymously, of course.

 There you were on page 56, laying on the couch with a bunch of embroidered birds

Say it ain't so my lovely Grainy...you and Pottery Barn?

I feel so cheap

And so my love, that is why our relationship is over.

You have crossed the line and left me no choice but to end our relationship.

Even when I brought you home today from the lamp shop with your new shades and your chunky little  bottom, my heart skipped a beat and I wanted to kiss you.

But enough is enough

What is left of us will be folded up neatly and put away in the closet, mere memories of the good 'ole days

I will think of you often and maybe even consider a reconciliation at another time perhaps, maybe in a few years but for now we are done, finito, kaput!

But please don't feel sorry for me my little Grainy... I'm already on the rebound 

French ticking called and we have a date