The future's so bright I gotta wear shades

Sophie is my constant companion.  Had I known she would become so attached to me, instead of naming her Sophie, I would have just called her what she is...Underfoot.  She's my shop dog and even the roar of air compressors, staple guns, and my occasional swearing doesn't faze her a bit.  She's cool with it.

I love the look of mattress ticking.  I "need" to do a chair like this.

Dangerous with a GPS

I recieved a Garmin GPS for Christmas (thanks, Mickey) and I'm at risk of having my husband hide it from me. 

I peruse craigslist every morning to see if there's a piece of furniture waiting for me to back into someone's driveway, load the shabby-and-not-at-all-chic chair into my vehicle, and give it a glamorous makeover.

Hence, the risk of Mike hiding the GPS.  It has made it so much easier to find my way to all those craigslist  sellers. Too easy, says he.

I scored a vintage Kroehler foot stool the other day and had trouble finding a place for it in my studio, which currently looks like a used furniture store. See below...

 The "Waiting"  Room.  As in "Waiting for some attention".

 Inspiration Station

This isn't the worst of it. I should be down there now, sanding something instead of writing this a 1:30 a.m.

Physician, heal thyself

It's true.

The carpenter's house has an unfinished deck.
The painter's house still has a 1980s color scheme.

And the upholsterer's furniture is stained and dated.

Well, this week I started on a campaign to update my own house.

Since down-sizing to a smaller home a few years ago, and choosing an open floorplan,
you can see everything we own as soon as you come through the (only recently painted) front door.

At least in the old house, you only saw tragedy one room at a time...

So here are my 30-year-old kitchen chairs, complete with butt-saving new foam.

work in progress

Ta-Da!

detail

Time for a Quickie?

Before I discard any scraps from a project, I try to look around for a way to use that last little bit of fabric. 
One reason I do what I do is that I just hate to waste a thing!
This small remnant updated an orphaned dining room chair very nicely.

Is this still The Dawning of the Age of Aquarius??

Sometimes, I like to work on a chair
 that gives me a little giggle.
 This is the one.
It's a little bit hippie, a little bit Peter Max-ish,
 and a whole lot of hot pink and purple!

I'm Back!

It's not that I don't care---it's just that I forget!

OK, so this chair was The Teardown From Hell. It took waaay more effort to take it apart than it did to put it back together. 

But the results were worth it, as you can see below.

APRIL FOOL! 

 This is what we woke to on April 1 this year.

  Just when you thought winter was gone...just when you thought you were out...

it drags you back in!

This is an old office chair I found and have been storing, waiting for inspiration.

  It actually wouldn't have bothered me too much but the vinyl was cracked and stained.

After some sanding and painting and removing a thousand staples

 and re-padding and covering and putting it back together better than it had been before, voila! 

 Nothin' but net!

Even when working on the simplest projects, it's good to have a recent tetnus shot...