So Ive been a mental-reupholsterer for as long as I can remember. I would see a beautifully handcrafted piece of vintage furniture on Craigslist covered in hideous, stained, or ripped fabric and I would exclaim proudly "I can reupholster that!" I mustve said that phrase (in my head or otherwise) countless times in my 22 years of existence. But Ive never ACTUALLY reupholstered anything. Ever. Not even one of those "strip the piece and then get intimidated" type deals. I just never needed to. People never really gave me the opportunity to reupholster anything (probably due to the terrifying image in their minds of me wielding a staple gun). So when my boyfriend FINALLY took me to pick up a piece of one of these beautiful-but-ugly pieces I found on Craigslist, I almost peed my pants with the excitement of the project.
I haggled the elderly woman who owned the couch from 100 to 50 bucks, which I still kinda feel like may have been too much, but whatever. Haggling accomplished, therefore, win.
We borrowed our friends truck to lug the beauty home and all of a sudden there it was. My first reupholstering project staring at me in our garage.
Behold the Before!
Okay, If Im being completely honest here, I kinda loved the original couch. I have a soft spot for old lady fabrics and floral everything. Unfortunately(?) for me, my boyfriend does not feel the same way. In fact, he pretty much despises floral anything and wasnt too keen on having an old stinky couch in our new house. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention! This couch is not only my first reupholstering project, its also the first piece of furniture we purchased for our new home that we just bought but havent moved into yet! (You see the pressure starting to build on the outcome of this couch? Because I do.)
So we headed to the fabric store promptly 3 days after getting the actual couch and I was pleasantly surprised when my lovely boyfriend picked out a rather ah-mazing turquoise and cream damask fabric. HE PICKED IT. I HAVE A BOYFRIEND WHO ACTUALLY CHOSE DAMASK FABRIC! I swear, I thought he was going to pick some uber-masculine navy boring something or another. But no! He picked something I actually was planning to pick myself! It seems after 4 and a half years I am finally starting to rub off on the boy.
He kinda prodded me to start the reupholstering right away (his eagerness was kinda infectious). I think he was worried I was all talk, which granted, most of the time I am. BUT THIS TIME I WASNT. In fact, I am definitely more passionate about furniture than any of the things I claim Im going to do but decide not to.
So I did it in one night.
Well okay. Thats not true. I did almost all of it in one day. Then I ran out of fabric.
This is where I was before we ran out of fabric:
Isnt that fabric pretty? The underbelly-whateveryoucallit part isnt so pretty, but whatever you dont even see that. I watched copious amounts of How I Met Your Mother whist removing staple after staple after freaking staple and then stretching the new fabric and restapling and stapling and stapling. Exhaustive process. I had a bruised hand the following two days.
So the boy picked me up some more fabric (way too much) and some nailhead trim and set me back to work in no time at all.
Before I knew it. I had the entire thing done.
I didnt, however have the cushion yet, because I made the (stupid) executive decision that I was going to toss the old one and make my own. One more trip to the fabric store and we picked up one GIANT (wayyyy too big) piece of super thick fabric (wayyyy too thick) that I was just going to magically cut it into a cushion shape. Thanks to the lady at the fabric store giving us the tip to use a turkey carver to cut the foam, otherwise Id probably be cutting that damn foam with a spoon or something equal dull and useless.
Fast forward many tears and frustrating comments from the boyfriend, and I made a cushion.
I kinda faked the whole cushion. I literally safetypinned the fabric directly to the foam and flipped the damn thing over because YOULL NEVER SEE THE BOTTOM AND I DONT WANNA. Thats what I said to my boyfriend and he seemed to be fine with it.
Lo and Behold! The Final Product!
I think this is the first project Ive ever done where blood, sweat, and tears were all actually and not just figuratively shed.
Butt shot before, for reference:
Butt shot after:
And one with the Boy. I told him to model.