Here, a long post about how re-upholstery is good, but ultimately not so rewarding.
Back in high school, I bought this chair at a church rummage sale. Brought it home, found out my grandmother had donated it. So: it's been around for a while, and has had many incarnations. Yesterday though, I rescued it from our basement furniture graveyard (that's a whole different story), and decided to reupholster it. Again.
This is what it looked like. It had seen one too many wild nights and dirty cats at Oxford. And at Beulah.
It was pretty gross.
So: I stripped it down. Was a little angry at myself for my thoroughness the first time - it was really hard to retrace my steps. Lots of tool re-appropriation.
Synopsis? Upholstery is only sometimes worth it. Blanket trials first.
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