Yesterday's cold snap woke me back up. The days of outdoor sanding and spray paint are at an end this year in the Northeast. Time to move indoors and finish what I started....
One August evening, I had a real win-win kind of night. After a great date with my hubby, I dropped off our kids' favorite teen-aged babysitter at her home and returned to my home with several fascinating items from her neighbor's curb.
One was a single straight-back chair. Intriguing lines, but with a hideous yellow-toned glaze and seriously chipped veneer seat panels.
First things first: strip off the seat and apply paint remover to the glaze. GLOVES and GLASSES, Friends, are essential. One drop of paint stripper will burn a hole right through your heaviest pair of jeans in about a minute. It will eat your skin for an afternoon snack.
I envisioned a kitcheny 50s turquoise blue for the frame. Ikea's been doing a lot of this lately, too, so I figured it would be available for regular mortals. Not so, but I was able to buy a tube of tint in the right color and then add it to a base paint. Again, Wallauer's employees rock!


On to the seat cover. I was feeling the goofiness of this chair now, so I decided to echo that in a polka dot pattern. Since polka dots were cool a few years ago for clothing, but not for upholstery, I plowed through a few Goodwill stores. Two girl's size 16 party dresses looked right.
To get a sense of what potential buyers might like, I posted this pic with this caption:
"Two girl's dresses. One must die to make a seat cover. Choose."
Friends got emotional about this imperative, and we had a lively discussion of market tastes and 80s kitsch going for a while. But, really, there was no choice in my mind. The pink had to die to make the chair live.
Last night, I finally got to work.
The materials: 1. Vintage (pronounce it this way: "Old") cotton batting, 2. Staple gun, 3. (not shown) Fabric shears.



An unexpected staple to my stomach.... KIDDING! But, please, don't imitate my style. I am just glad that this move didn't go terribly wrong.Probably that stool was the worst work surface ever. Anyway, I trimmed off the excess fabric with the fancy shears, shot in a bunch more staples for fun, and here it is!
What a cutie. Don't you want this in your daughter's room? In yours?? Fine with me!
In the end, I know I made the right choice between the two party dresses. The other dress had dots that were too small.
Now, I wonder if I can convince someone to wear what's left of the dress as a top with a tiny peplum look...
Copyright 2013, Tanya Monier
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