This Is Not Your Grandma's Settee

                              OK...I should warn you ahead of time...this is not your grandma's settee!

Well, she was when I brought her home, remember?

When I first posted about her, lots of people suggested I leave the wood natural, and use a linen to recover her in. Which would have been my choice also if she were to reside in our home. However, she was destined for my studio, and the linen option was a little too quiet for that.

I will say that I've never reupholstered anything other than a chair seat before, so there were a few oops moments, but nothing too drastic. Here's where I started this interesting project. Maybe I should also admit to not being a perfectionist in some ways, and I feel that this whole endeavor can be reversed in the future if I so desire. Here goes.

I started by painting the frame. I used brushes, did not spray her. There's a lot of carving, and I wanted to see that. Notice I didn't even remove the old fabric, although I did eventually take the cording off. I experimented with fabrics. Originally, I thought I'd do the whole thing in this garbadine pink ticking. Too boring.

I went back to my studio fabric selections. You may remember them from here.

I decided that the tufting was a little too fussy for me and the fabrics I chose, so they went away.

Once I started using the stapler and compressor, things really started to move along. I used an electric stapler for the back, not fun. You know what they say-The right tool for the job. So true.

Anyway, I threw some fabrics together, a couple of hours later she started to take shape.

There's a lot of fun and whimsy going on.

I'm finally finished, and I really love how she turned out. I smile each time I walk in and see her sitting there.

And did I mention she has two seperate looks? Kind of like daytime and evening?

Now  I feel like I need to change the fabric behind her so she'll stand out a little more! I am still working on the rest of the studio, that's taking longer than I thought it would. Oh well, it's not going anywhere.

ann marie