I have a problem. I like chairs. Chairs are so interesting and have so much personality. Old chairs are the best, they come from a time when the wood was real and the people who made them were craftspeople and artisans…not some dude who staples presswood to other presswood wearing earbuds and waitng for the time clock to tick. These two particular chairs were hideous and putrid green. They were ornry too. I tried stripping them and they fought back, sending me for a triage and tetnus party before I asked the upholsterer to strip them so I could pick them up again and paint them. They sat in my garage a long time. I just knew that the work and expense to make them lovely wasn’t what I was feeling in the spring, summer, fall…..
One day I started the painting and got my revenge on the twins with distressing and waxing and fauxing years of character onto their wooden bones as if punishment were the only thing these two knew. Happy with the result, I labored over the fabric and decided that I wanted a clean palette of french linen and a European look. I think, aside from our toil and bloodshed, they turned out to be quite serene and civilized! These have taken yet another ride- to the Vintage Warehouse Lakeland and are ready for their new forever home where they promise to behave.