Making the old new again

Right before Lucy was born, I went through a crazy nesting period (as most pregnant women do. I'm not very original.) and I insisted that our dining room chairs needed new fabric. My mother, who was kind enough to stay with us and be on call to watch the older kidlets during labor, taught us how to re-upholster. They turned out very nice.

Our kitchen has a bar, something Mike has always considered a requirement for our home. However, the stools that came with the house were badly in need of repair. They were way too tall for the counter so the first step was to cut them down and add some felt pads to prevent scratches on the floor. Next, we had to repair the pleather tops. They were already in rough shape but in the two years since we've been here, they've been ruined. They were ripped and cracked. The kids fought over who had to use the "scratchy" stool until they were all ripped and "scratchy." Then they found something else to fight about because that's what they're good at.

So Mike and I acted like grownups and went to the fabric store and bought actual upholstery fabric. Today, he re-upholstered them and they look great. We used a brown suede fabric. Except one has a cushion that is more worn out than the others. And so begins the ongoing argument about who has to use the "flat" stool.