Pull up a chair
The chairs, the chairs! They’re finished. (The before picture is here.) They are probably one of my favorite decorating projects so far. I just love that splash of blue in my kitchen.
I can’t take much credit for the assembly. My friend Kalli wields a mean staple gun, so she guided me through the entire process while our kids played Iron Man/Spiderman in the basement. This is my first (but certainly not last) dabble into upholstery. It was so easy! And such an inexpensive way to add more color. (Notice how I keep mentioning color? That white landscape is making me a bit loopy. Don’t let me near a paintbrush in February.)
Rest assured, these chairs have already been inaugurated into the Lewis lifestyle, with spilled milk, chocolate chip pancakes, and blueberry oatmeal. And that just adds another brushstroke in the colorful character of this busy house.
*Quote of the week: Jackson came running into our room way, way past his bedtime and said, “Mom, I read in Ripley’s Believe it Or Not that there are people who can catch on fire with static electricity. I’m afraid that’s going to happen to me.”
I assured him that I’ve known many, many people in my lifetime, and only three have burst into flames spontaneously.*