This falls under the "real life but vaguely studio related" category. I have a desk chair. Like many college students, it's not a great desk chair but it served its purpose. It's black, because my choices were black or ho t pink when I bought it. You guys know that I have two house cats, right? Well, black fabric + two lap-friendly house cats = disgusting chair that cannot be redeemed through vacuuming.
Yesterday, I cleaned. Everything looked beautiful, except for that ratty desk chair. I decided that I had had enough and when I got home from work, I popped some Pizza Bites in the oven (processed comfort food, hurrah!), poured myself a glass of tea, and Googled "How to recover a desk chair."
Wonder of wonders, there are lots and lots (and LOTS) of hits on "How to recover a desk chair." Most were quite helpful, and I gathered my things and got down to business.
It took me four hours, six blisters, and two splinters under my fingernails, but I successfully recovered a desk chair. There were lots of staples to pull (especially when I accidentally recovered the wrong side of the back rest), the fabric was disgusting, but the foam was, thankfully salvageable.
Two of the six blisters (the biggest ones, naturally) popped. I now have massive craters of ugliness on one finger and my thumb. Thank goodness for bandaids and neosporin.
Before and after photos! (of the chair...I'll spare you the B&A of my hand).
Annnd...class starts on Thursday. If it's not too stressful, I'm going to try to keep picking away at tack and stuff. We'll see.