Let me first tell you the backstory of this little chair that I'm going to reupholster.
When I was a teen, my mom liked to go to estate auctions and she got some totally sweet stuff for our house from those auctions, including my bad ass dresser which you can see the corner of in this picture:
|I know, I'm sorry. These are the pictures you get when|
I choose to blog on my lunch break. One day I'll be
a well-prepared blogger.
At that same auction, she bought my chair. This, beautiful, beautiful beast:
|Yes, I want the purple storage|
ottoman and fainting couch too.
I told her I wanted it in my bedroom. I thought its teal and olive swirl, shiny fabric was the most badass and romantic thing I'd ever seen. So into my bedroom is went and there it stayed.
Through countless moves to apartments and back to Mom and Dad's house the chair went with me wherever I went. Until eventually, the last time I moved out, the chair was in too poor of a condition for me to let others use it. So I left it in the basement of Mom and Dad's house for safe-keeping and for imagination to strike.
Last night, as soon as I got off work I trekked out to Mom and Dad's and talked to Mom about my plans to reupholster the chair. Being my mother, and understanding her daughter's sometimes ill-conceived ideas, she tried to ground me in my pre-reupholstering excitement haze by relating to me stories of her own attempts at reupholstering in the past and how they had fared.
She knows that I like to ride on waves of excitement without thinking things through so she was being the realist that she is. Being the heedless and headstrong person I am, I continued, undaunted. I understand this will be a battle. But I, like great generals before me, will march into this battle and fight tooth-and-nail until I have the most beautiful chair ever seen!
So I gathered up my tools, say down by my chair and said a prayer to the upholstery gods that all would go well. I petted the chair and told it I would take care of it. I took a deep breath and began to strip the fabric off of it.
|*GASP* It's like seeing your baby with its intestines hanging out of it.|
My fabric should be in by Friday, so hopefully within a week i'll have my darling all put back together and looking beautiful. Pray for my darling chair as we undergo this daunting reconstruction.
Hugs n kisses,