One of you cutie pie readers wondered why recovering the dining room chairs was such a complete nightmare. And first, I will respond with the question:
Did you SEE those cushions??
I mean, there’s a reason why I allowed this to remain on our chairs for as long as I did. I knew, going in, that I was going to hate myself and my entire life the second I started that project. But I had a very important deadline approaching (of which you will learn about later – it’s thrilling, p.s.), and there wasn’t time to hire someone else. So, since you asked, these are the reasons why I would never do this ever again.
This is an acceptable amount of staples to put on the bottom of a seat cushion. I mean, where is that stuff gonna go? How many staples could it possibly need? The original upholsterer did not agree and put a solid line of staples around the entire perimeter, and I had to tear them out one-by-one with a pair of craft pliers on all six chairs. Murder.
That is a lot of piping. A LOT. And because I figured it was best to use the original rope inside–to ensure I had the appropriate lengths and everything–I completely ripped apart all six covers. And then, guess what? Not once, on one cushion, were they the right size. Leading to unfortunate sh*t like this. What? Also, have fun cutting out the fabric for all of that piping.
Look at those cut-outs. And then look away.
So anyway, my hands got seriously beaten up and I wanted to kill everything. Oh and the aforementioned reader wasn’t being an a$$hole, she just wanted to know if she should take on a similar project. And I would say, if you are full of self-loathing, then absolutely yes. By the way, you totally know I’m going to do this again right? I’m such a jerk, I know I will definitely convince myself to do this again.