Why are there always more of them, than there is
time in a day? Or a week? Or a month?
There ought to be a name for this phenomenon;
I don't think Cass Syndrome will catch on anytime soon.
My today project is this:
A Victorian settee, from an auction last week in Pennsylvania.
The fabric on it is intact and clean, but poorly done and cheap.
I aim to replace that fabric with something less poorly done.
On a side note . . . I have never done this before. Could get interesting.
"Dear upholstery gods . . . help! Amen."
There's a home dec fabric outlet shop nearby, with a clearance room out back,
where all the bolts sell for $5 a yard, and the trimmings are a buck a yard.
The settee was a very good bargain, so I didn't want to spend
a lot on new fabric. I want to sell this at a reasonable
price to someone who will love it, so I need to keep the costs low.
In the clearance room, we found (okay, Anne found) a simple upholstery
fabric in a neutral green with a little quilted diamond pattern,
and a multi-colored gimp that tones nicely with the fabric.
The fabric and gimp together cost me $27. Now that's what I call
a bargain, and I can pass that savings on to someone else.
Wave bye-bye, little settee.
I am about to do scary things to you.
After my whining over the weekend about not finding anything
at that auction in Connecticut, I need to show you a recent
New Jersey auction find. Nye and Company in Bloomfield
holds live online auctions, and during the last one I made a
ridiculously low bid on a late Federal (early 19th century)
turned maple rope bedstead . . . and won.
Bonus challenge: Guess what I paid for it?
I picked it up yesterday.
It's lounging, wearing its original 200 year old dust, in my front hall.
I love the swoop of the headboard.
Obviously, it needs a good cleaning and
a beeswax massage at the That Old House Spa.
Good sturdy legs.
Perhaps it played field hockey once upon a time.
And once upon a time it had pegs along here, below, to hold the ropes
that supported those lumpy mattresses of olden times.
Someone sawed off the pegs a long time ago, probably at the
request of his wife who was tired of dusting between them.
|Yowser! that's a lot of dust.|
And that's all I can think of for today.
Except that my next project is an old Sheraton style washstand
in mahogany. It weighs a ton, despite its slender good looks.
Must have an excellent metabolism.
I hope your Wednesday is as beautiful as mine!
New Jersey is showing off the last of its August weather. -- Cass