i have a chair that's been around in our family since i was a kid and it's been expensively reupholstered more than once i think. you can peek into the tears in its cushions and see past trends in interior decorating that are layers of well-worn fabric. like an archeaologist i sometimes pull apart the hole in the arm of it and reminisce about my mom's decorating schemes from the 80s. it really should be thrown away, but i can't do it, so i just have a blanket covering it, a sad attempt at a slipcover.
this inspires me to try and reupholster it. it's kinda intimidating though, because it's it's one of those big ol' chairs that swallows you up when you sit in it. lots of angles and curves.