So, these chairs came from Coota, and just LOOK AT THEM NOW!
dURING: the puzzlement
Without my Dad, these would have weathered another 50 years, now they are just my kind of matchy-matchy... Upholstered with echino oilcloth from purl soho, stained in Black Japan then glossed, and wrangled back together with pursed lips, sweat and tears (surprisingly no blood!).
(repeat after me, i will never try to refurb chairs to a deadline again...)
creative juices here