Give 'em the Slip.

I'm selling the Manor, so I need to spiffy things up a bit. Some of my furniture was owned, for a time, by cats of the past, and needs to be properly removed. Sadly, I can't do without it for the time being, so I need to cover it. I know next to nothing about slipcovers. Amazingly, neither does my most-knowledgeable fiance, so we called in the big gun: friend Gilda makes Bob Vila look like a piker. Gilda informs me that home improvement, done correctly, always involves at least a small dose of some adult beverage. Wine was the order of the day. This is the bottle of wine that the gals brought. Turned out that my excitement was totally unnecessary. Truly, it was all about slipcovers. Sigh. So much for life in the fast-lane.