Get you a man who, when he gets home from rehab and sees the ice cream parlour chairs you bought off an artist downsizing her studio while he was in rehab and says, huh, I guess chairs make you happy.
They DO make me happy. Madeline and I washed and scrubbed and primed and painted them while Harris was away in '16. They...lasted a season before the painted started peeling off in sheets. Harris insisted for all of 2017 that he would have nothing to do with those chairs thankyouverymuch.
Around 2017-2018 I bought vinyl and cushioning when Hancoks was liquidated by vultures. It sat in the closet and the chairs sat outside, still peeling paint for another year. We have a big house and lots of stuff going on.
Until, one day driving back from the thrift store, I saw them. The most beautiful chairs you've ever seen just sitting covered in 40 years of rust and plant life on the side of the road. I told Harris over dinner about them. He counted to ten and stomped his foot.
Then went and got those damn chairs off the side of the road for me. They may have also been covered with fireants.
Anyway!
We didn't want to replicate the mistakes of the ice cream chairs, so we started stripping these chairs to bare metal. I scrubbed and brushed and... gave up. Harris got out the grinder and ground off the rusty bits. on each of four chairs. Then I rusty metal primed them and painted them.
The girls picked the color
While we were at it, Harris also ground off the paint on the ice cream chairs, cut new seats, and we primed and painted them and recovered/recreated the seats.
The pink chairs are in the backyard, nestled under the fruit trees on the edge of the patio while the ice cream set in all it's bright yellow and navy glory it on the covered upstairs porch that is still too dangerous to use with a now 3yo who still doesn't listen.
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