Remember when DIY projects were my love language? When I poured over garage sales and antique stores like it was my job?
I’m bringing it back.
Mostly because I have a garage again.
A place to use power tools, get dirty— make messes.
During the past few years, I've had quite the relationship with these chairs. After my fever broke this weekend, I thought we could take it the next level. To a committed relationship: orange chevron.
It must have felt right, because it took forever. Not because it was difficult, but because I was a stubbon sick kid who just needed to recover these chairs.
This room still has a long way to go before I'll introduce it to my parents. Baby steps.