I have been saying for years about how I'm going to reupholster the old orange chair.
Sometime during American Idol I decided to just check out the underneath parts of the chair to see just how it's put together. Two hours later I had completely dismantled the upholstery, removed approximately 872 staples, and blistered two-fifths of my fingers.
I would've kept going but it was getting dark outside on the patio and Parenthood was on. I'll be sanding him tonight. He really is a rather handsome chair.
During the ripping-out-of-the-staples part I learned to love my needlenose pliers. They are so much better for ripping out staples than regular pliers. I probably could've spared myself a few blisters had I called Kyle from the patio much sooner to bring me the needlenoses.
I was so excited about my handsome chair that I couldn't fall asleep. Dancing around my mind were images of all the endless possibilities for his new life: Black frame? Brown? A crazy mustard yellow? (Perhaps not, Kyle hates mustard)
And what of the cushions? A low-pile velvet? Damask? Linen? How could I ever choose?!?
I think I may have found my calling in life because I am loving this chair more than ever.
Kyle things I just like to destroy things. He is probably right.