Welcome to my winter project.
I will be attempting to re-upholster three pieces of furniture, starting the moment I coax my seam ripper out of hiding. First up: Two wing-back chairs that were time-machined from 1965 straight to our parlor. No. Really, Byron made a low offer on them at an antique store, and after the clerk complained in her cigarette-stained voice, she finally called the owner. And the owner accepted his offer.
|Lots of potential, right?|
|And they have cool legs!|
|I know - it looks and smells like something from Grandma's house. But keep reading!|
Let me state for the record that I am a poser seamstress. I have the ability to visualize in three dimensions, which comes in handy when you find that termites have chowed down on your home, or when you find yourself appalled at the trampwear for young girls and start planning to sew long skirts for your daughter until she is twenty-five. But for the duration of this project, the Singer upholstery book my friend, Maria, (who is a real seamstress, not a poser seamstress) let me borrow will be my security blanket.
Another reason I'm taking this on is because it's recycling, in a sense. These pieces may have ended up in a landfill. Okay, they still might when I'm gone and my kids decide Mom was nuts for choosing this fabric. But let's hope nostalgia takes over and they get passed on to an unfortunate great-grandchild who needs to fill that college apartment with something.
Secondly, I had a hard time finding exactly what I want, and anything remotely appealing cost way too much.
|Fabric for the sofa.|
|Fabric for the chairs. Check out how I was inspired for these color choices here.|