Over the summer I found a great set of cane back chairs at a yard sale. They were filthy and yellow with horrendous teal velvet seats.
I got them late into garage sale season, so at that point my garage and basement were packed, and I may have promised Topher I wouldn’t bring home anything else until the garage was cleared out.
These were too good of a deal, but I knew I would have to get these redone and resold quickly so Topher wouldn’t blow a gasket.
I do recall the day I got them — it is was a 101-degree day, but I sat out in the sweltering garage trying to strip them down. After prying-out eight billion staples, I removed the nasty teal velvet seat cover only to find an even more hideous yellow velvet.
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