Jeff broke up with me 4 years ago. It was the first of two bad moves he made in that brief six-week period. Second was his inexplicable decision to recover his dining room chairs in a peach-coloured terry cloth fabric. This offended me almost more than the breakup did. I like to remind him of his bad decision-making skills based solely on that cloth.
Somehow we managed to tolerate these chairs for the 4 years that followed. Today we went to Queen West, scoured the fabric stores and found a gorgeous replacement. We spent a lovely, crisp day, the curtains pulled open, the house filled with light, struggling with a task regular people should never attempt. There's a reason upholstery is an art.
But, we got through it, and they look great. Dramatic. These new seats make us feel a bit like queeny 50 year old fags of another era, but we're sort of okay with that. Click at right to enlarge. It's a proud day in our house.