Armchair: Part One
Meet my new chair. (And my stripey-sock baby. That kid just gets me.)
Okay, so now rewind my life like 1.5 years. I was trying to put the finishing touches on my living room. I had it mostly how I liked, except one corner. This corner, to be exact.
The black chair above is perfectly fine. It was like $20 from Goodwill, and it served its purpose as an inconspicuous place to sit. We were thankful for it as a placeholder until we could afford to invest in something for the long-haul, but I didn't like it very much. It was too boxy and Ikea-ish for the space. Once we decided to buy something new, I found a number of options that I liked, but they were either too expensive, too space-age, too chunky, or the wrong color.
It didn't take me long to realize that I wasn't going to find what I was looking for unless I made it (or had it made). A few years ago, my sister-in-law took an upholstery class and recovered this awesome mid-century armchair. She transformed it into an elegant & timeless piece of furniture. I always hoped I might run across a chair with similar bones. Check out these incredible before and afters:
I contacted a local upholsterer to request some preliminary estimates about what it would cost to redo an armchair, and I was surprised at how reasonable the labor was—in the ballpark of $270-$400. I love a good upholstery project, and an upholstery class is definitely my cup of tea, but I know my limits. Doing it myself was not an option this time. Upholstery is physically and mentally exhausting work (albeit stimulating), and I would have been a crazy woman to try and take care of the kids at the same time.
So, I started stalking Craiglist for the perfect chair to recover. I didn't find it. Weeks and weeks of searching, and I couldn't find anything remotely similar to what I was looking for. Finally, I decided to compromise, and just go with a traditional wing chair, hopefully with straight lines. I found a few options, like this, but I just didn't love any of them.
So, I kept waiting...
And one day, when I wasn't even looking for it, the chair found me. I was at my favorite thrift store, and I saw it. And I knew, without a doubt, that it was the one. And on that note, you will just have to wait for part two...