I have this little habit of not always practicing what a preach and my Craigslist experience this week proved it. After finding my score of a deal on a Pottery Barn pedestal table (which I’m still shakin’ my groove thang about) last Thursday, I got the itch to look for dining room chairs. Because you know, if you give a mouse a cookie…(kindergarten flashbacks, anyone?)
I’ve had a hankering for some linen upholstered nailhead oh-so-rustic-chic high back chairs, but at nearly 500 clams per chair, how shall I put this…you must be out of your freakin’ mind.
Pottery Barn Calais Chair
But boy oh boy are they pretty. I thought about going the DIY route and finding some thrift store upholstered 90s chairs that needed a facelift. Despite my love of taking on all sorts of projects, sewing scares the tar out of me. My 6th grade home economics teacher understands my lack of skills first hand. My mom has tried to teach me multiple times to no avail. One of these days I’m going to get up the gumption to conquer that sewing machine, but if I try out my first real big-girl project on upholstered chairs, I’m going to hate myself. Seriously…I can see it now. A room of 6 stained retro floral chairs and fabric scraps everywhere, me crumpled on the floor bawling my eyes out with needle and thread in hand, and Robert wondering what kind of unexplainable, melodramatic tragedy he just walked into.
If you haven’t checked out her blog yet, and you are a cottage/rustic chic lover like me, go look at her projects. You’ll be just as thrilled as I am over this one.
My little needle and thread phobic self would not be attempting that darling little ruffle on the seat, but considering I personally prefer more of the masculine nailhead look in my dining room, I’m okay with that. All this upholstering project takes is fabric, staples, cording, and hot glue. I’m sold, and my anti-sewing self rejoices! Along with the cording to make them a little less frilly, I planned to add some nailhead trim and have a nice mix of feminine curves with masculine detail. Ooh la la.
So where does this sad little ode come in? Okay, well I am being a bit melodramatic…again. I mean, when I get upset over a petty little thing like missing out on a good thrift store find or royally messing up repainting a piece of furniture, I have to remind myself that there are people who have to sleep on the streets or can’t afford shoes or wonder where their next meal will come from, and then I get over it and mentally pinch myself for stressing over something so trivial. But it doesn’t stop me from thinking about the fact that I missed out on these babies:
These chairs (at $17 each which is next to nothing) are the diamond in the rough that I keep an eye out for when doing my usual Craigslist window shopping. And even though on my table score post, I preached about “jumping on it”, I hesitated and over thought it when I should have gone with my gut and contacted the seller right then to snatch them up. I had a moment of guilt that said, “You just cleared out the garage so that Robert can have his work-out space again. Don’t clutter it up with yet another massive project.” Instead, I waited until the next morning so I could sleep on it, and they were gone in less than 24 hours. Oh well…one day, I’ll learn. And now I know for sure that when I come across the perfect French style cane-back chair set, I won’t have any buyer’s remorse.