Hooray for Herringbone

I used to love going shopping.  It was such fun before kids, but now I HATE it.  Running after two little ones or trying to find them hiding in the clothes racks – gives retail therapy a new twist!

But one place I like to go with them is Target. Target isn’t paying me to say any of this by the way!  I love going there with my boys. I get one of those huge trolleys with the two seats and get them set up with slushies and that buttery popcorn and strap them in.  They’re as happy as clams as I get whatever we need for the house.

I went the other day to pick up some medicine and some cleaning stuff and came across this:

Herringbone Ottoman

Target’s Herringbone Ottoman.  It is microsuede gray with black herringbone detail.  Isn’t it sweet in that kind of masculine, nautical way?!?  Even sweeter was the price – $17!

I had to have two for our living room.  I was tired of the ones I got from Ikea because the slipcovers had shrunk.  Here’s what they look like in our place:


  I love how they pick up the gray of the bluestone hearth!  The bonus with these is they open:

If you’re a mom you know why this is essential.  The toys don’t stay in the playroom but mysteriously make their way into the living room.  Once I finally get the kids in bed and can sit down for a glass of wine the last thing I want to do is look at all the toys that don’t belong there.  Now I can throw them in the ottomans until the morning 🙂

Can we just talk about how much I love Target?  First I got those great tea light holders for $5:

Privet Collection Tea Light Holder and handmade fabric scrap garland

and now these great ottomans:

I think I’ll be taking some more trips to get the boys slushies!

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Miss Charming
11 years ago

Such cute Target finds! I love the herringbone pattern on the ottomans–so stylish! (My first child loved to hide in the clothing racks and wouln’t say a word until I found him. There were so many times of me running through the store yelling his name, frantic that he had been kidnapped. I can chuckle about it now but at the time, I was a crazy woman!)