I bought my dining room table about 10 years ago. I didn't have children, or money. It was a small table with 4 chairs and I think I paid about $100. Quite a bargain! Over the course of the years the veneer chipped, bubbled and warped. The top of the table was uneven, stained and pretty unappealing. Also, I have two kids now. The smaller table wasn't working well for crafts, dinner and everything else that dining tables are used for. So I packed up hubby and monsters and headed to Lowe's where I found a very large piece of wood and some nice stain. I removed the old, ugly table top and screwed on the now stained wood. In no time I had a super-sized table!
But the chairs. They were falling apart. Literally. Pieces would break off, screws would fall out and I had to reattach the seats constantly. This poor table. I should just put it out of its misery and send it to the dump, but the thought of shopping for a new table does not fill my heart with glee. Instead I keep replacing, recovering and refinishing. I have twice before recovered the chairs and I think I have replaced every screw at least once in all 4 chairs. Through all that, I was now left with one original chair. I had this great plan to get 5 more chairs, all of various design, and recover them all with the same fabric, possibly even paint them. It would look eclectic and cute (I hoped).
Before I could find even one chair I wanted to refinish, let alone 5, the lone hold out from the original 4 dies. No chairs. My dining table has no chairs. How did this happen?! So I grabbed my younger brother and we set off to scour thrift stores in search of 6 similar, yet different chairs that I would then make look fabulous. We walked into the first thrift store and found 5 of these.
Hideous purple things that look like they belong on the patio of a Mexican restaurant where you pour your own soda. But I saw potential! And at just $5 a piece I was willing to give them a chance.
I removed the seat with a screw driver and laid it on some fabric like so:
Cut the fabric, making sure I had plenty to wrap all the around and simply starting stapling. I used a Stanley t100 staple gun, just $15 at WalMart. The fabric I had from previous projects, but I didn't have quite enough for all 5 so I had to use coordinating fabric on 2 chairs. Maybe not the eclectic look I had originally envisioned but I now have seating for 5 and what amounts to a whole new dining set for a grand total of: $50
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sunday, December 18, 2011
The problem with Pandora
Is that you're happily singing along, hearing some great new artist the BAM! Out of no where, a song so painful that you had literally forgotten it existed. And there is no fast forward.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
never lean on what will bend has become my newest life mantra.
I am really kinda digging how my entire front page is nothing but music that likely fits my current mood. This is how I felt once upon a time and reliving it is a cathartic bittersweet revelry. And The Twins. They are rarely as as show-stopping as in this song.
You've drawn heavy handed lines around morality and I don't share your point of view.
It hurts to be the one that you'd regret.
I am proud because I know you.
You may not miss this. But I will.
It hurts to be the one that you'd regret.
You've drawn heavy handed lines around morality and I don't share your point of view.
It hurts to be the one that you'd regret.
I am proud because I know you.
You may not miss this. But I will.
It hurts to be the one that you'd regret.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Trevor!
I met Trevor.
My tiny hero.
The little man that survived a horrific car crash and and what was likely to be a fatal traumatic brain injury. Somehow Trevor can take everything in my life and show me the other end of it all. Like a telescope turned around Trevor can show me how the microchasms of everyday life mean nothing when compared to the scope of our world.
My tiny hero.
The little man that survived a horrific car crash and and what was likely to be a fatal traumatic brain injury. Somehow Trevor can take everything in my life and show me the other end of it all. Like a telescope turned around Trevor can show me how the microchasms of everyday life mean nothing when compared to the scope of our world.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
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