Monday, August 12, 2013
Grandma's Kitchen Stool
I completed my first recycle-refurbish project. I hauled grandma's vintage kitchen stool out of the basement. This is what it looked like when I began:
From this picture, I did what I am often inclined to do... take it all apart and abandon it for weeks.
The thing was covered in rust and parrot shit. However, I am unreasonably attached to this junky chair; if grandma's parrot shat on it, then Grandma has some DNA o this chair (that bird routinely bit people).
My guru, some chick at Home Depot, suggested to me once that if you are ever unsure about where a project is going.... step away from it for awhile.
I can do that. I can step away like a boss.
So, there it sat, disassembled, in my kitchen recycling bin for a lo-o-ng time while I taught Yoga, retreated from civilized society and watched an unreasonable amount of Supernatural.
Finally, when my sloth generated sufficient amounts of self hatred, I set off for the Home Depot.
metallic spray paint.
When I pulled the vinyl off, it revealed nests of ants in the horsehair cushion. Joy. I liberated them with a garden hose and allowed the chair to dry.
I replaced the horsehair with a 1/2 inch foam cushion and purchased some shiny new vinyl from Joann Fabrics.
It was unreasonably difficult not to buy a shit ton of fabric that was unnecessary to this project.
Anyways, finally, a finished project. The first of many.
I do love prettying up old junk. Grandma would approve.