Me and My Funky Chair
If you’ve ever been in my home, you will know that we have quite a collection of 2nd (or 3rd or 4th or 5th) hand furniture. And, given the use (or is it abuse?) given to my furniture by my children, I’m sort of glad that I don’t have nice stuff. One less thing to be concerned about, you know? But, 2nd hand stuff needs some help sometimes. Even though it is used, I don’t want it to look totally trashed. This brings me to my latest project. The squatty, funky chair. Jon brought this chair home last year. It was vinyl and burnt orange and rippped on the front. It also happened to be the first thing I saw every time I entered the house. Its tired apperance just wouldn’t do. Over a few months, my ambition and my mental motivation mounted. So, starting last Friday, I ripped it apart and put it back together, again. And, wow, did I learn a lot in the process.

My favorite thing that the 2 year old said about the whole thing was the other day, as he watched me staple-gunning piping around the edge of the arm of the chair, he piped up, “Mom, you’re hurting the Thinking Chair. You’re HURTING the Thinking Chair!!” He thinks that the chair is like Steve’s on Blue’s Clues. And, although he sounded concerned, he didn’t look it. To tell you the truth, I think he liked seeing what that staple gun would do. You know…..little boys.

I hope to post a picture of my finished project next week. Until then, I hope that y’all have a good weekend. 🙂