the chair story

Three days ago, and at long last, I re-covered the cushion on a lovely mid-century chair. I also made a matching pillow cover, and have spent the last three days noticing happily how nice it looks. It even seems more inviting to sit in. I would venture to say it's more comfortable, too.

The previous upholstery was a rather hideous green and yellow with white swirly scribbles, well aged, and in serious need of modernization. The new upholstery was not my original choice, but came in a close second with its multi-colored grey velveteen texture. It suits the chair. It's nice.

At least it was. Today I walked in to find that our recent house guest's dog had taken a goobery orange poo right smack-dab in the center of it. It was disgusting, and required some serious chemical attacks and cleaning with tactical assault weapons (scrubby cloths, water and 409). I had to put a towel over it so I could walk away.

I'm hoping for a brand spanking 'new' chair when I come home. I'm going to do my best to forget about the shocking disregard for my beautiful new upholstery. I'm going to sit right down on that chair and read my damn book.

As soon as it dries. And after I check to make sure the stain really is gone.