I saved a life. Okay, it was a chair. But it felt very life-or-death at the time. This poor little armchair was on the brink, and I pulled it back from the... from the... curb. Yes, I picked it off the street. And I have to admit, at the time, it really looked the part. It had a Robin's egg blue pleather seat (ala That Seventies Show) and poop brown varnish.
After a few good coats of Krylon, my orphan chair got a recovered seat and a new home next to my vanity. (I have a fundamental belief that anything can be better with a coat of white paint.) My motto... I don't have one. But if I did, it would have something to do with Laura Ashley... and probably cookies :-)
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