Of course, a DIY section! From me. The world could really
benefit from that. Android autocorrect changed DIYs to DIES, but I'm not easily
deterred and have always found the definition of auspices to be
peculiar, to say it politely.
This is a nice chair. It only cost me $3. It is too rickety to sit on.
(Unless you were born in 1899 and taught proper lady behavior.)
The latest DIY I stumbled into (for those I plan and research arduously
rarely come to fruition) is three pairs of office chairs, to be turned
into dining chairs. Three pairs, not 5 + 1 or 6, but let's get back to
Those chairs, great lines. Feast your eyes.
Depending on where you come from, you can see tired and faded
opportunities to plant your hiney (Milton's underground office; "Damn,
it feels good to be a gangsta." Anyone?) or classic Italian design (si,
si, signorina) ca. 1980s, and that only vaguely reminiscent of the
Griswolds' neighbors decor in Christmas Vacation.
But I digress. A DIY section because, as I have initially bashfully come
to find, I do know a few things about a few things. I just don't force
it on people. But they would be well served to listen to me because
sometimes I just have some good ideas. So you see, I have come full
circle since I stood in a Tuesday Morning ca. 2006 and saw a pillow that
"Mirror, mirror on the wall
I became my mother after all."
No, I kid. Of course the pillow couldn't read.
All right. So I went to pick up those chairs after some
back-and-forth between me and myself. I'm a terrible haggler, so I got
the six chairs for $50, also known as the asking price.
I zipped to Jo-Ann right after to get some fabric to relieve the chairs
of their faded getup. (By "I zipped" I mean: my gracious brother drove
while I tried to keep kids quiet and ascertain my geographical prowess
over the navigation system he insisted on following.)
Fabric picked spontaneously, quickly. (Although I hear that is
subjective, so ask my brother.) I've been obsessing over Justina Blakeney's genius recently, so my color choices were inspired byThe
Back at the ranch, I took off the seat and back rest with easy-peasy screws. And now, if you
will, feast your eyes on this here transformation --> removing rust
Turns out aluminum foil and water do magic.
(Also, it helps if you're sitting on a tree stump.)
Of course you can do the rust removal inside, too, but I'd recommend a towel underneath and a monochromatic setup overall:
I folded the fabric all around, weakly stapling it in strategic and alter invisible locations with my Swingline (hi
again, Milton). Because: kids asleep, staple gun loud and in the garage.
Nighttime. TV on. And you don't want to ever, ever jeopardize your
enjoyment of binge - watching by working with the
appropriate tools. That is, if they're too loud.
Screwed the seat and back on again, et voilà.
After and Before
Now we resolve the three pairs of chairs mystery: I bought
three different fabrics. And when can you see the other two, you may
ask? When they're done. Tonight, you may ask? That, my friends, depends
entirely on the consumption of coffee after 7 p.m.
* Which, update from the next morning, was none. Instead, I fell asleep with kids at 8 p.m.
you'd like to test just how far you can stretch that brain of yours
while keeping a pleasant and patient disposition, and if you're lucky
enough that the stars line up to provide you that opportunity: take your
baby to work with you.
Mosey over to Romper to read how that worked out for me.