Sometimes I think I'm just plain weird. It would be so much easier to just go buy a chair from a retail store like most people. Instead, I find myself traipsing around antique stores, flea markets, junk stores or thrift stores in search of a lost and lonely soul that needs a home. Something about the genetics I guess...it's in my blood.
This find is of the thrift store variety ~ it set me back 4 bucks. I just thought it had charm ~ and I love the barrel style.
I sprayed it black...
Recovered the cushion in a fine Belgian linen (a remnant I had)...
I love the end result....
Something about projects like this are quite therapeutic ~ any more weirdos out there like me? :)