Grand-dad’s a pretty kewl guy! He made
“her” me a nice bench out of an old bed. He’s an engineer and designs and makes things. Really solid things that are so well built, they will most certainly be intact for all nine of my lives, give or take a couple hundred years.
With the bench complete, the next step was to replace the upholstered headboard. No problem, right?
Would you believe “she” waited six weeks before giving up on the local upholstery company?!? Sure, there were phone calls and emails and multiple requests for quotes. The quote needed was for the headboard and a couple of cushions. Nothing fancy. Just cover it with a solid color of something durable and neutral. Heck, they probably could have covered it with a painter’s drop cloth and used the staple gun. Certainly, nothing exotic or over the top.
“She” tried to be patient. I mean I really think “she” did good. I can tell you that I sure wouldn’t have waited six weeks for a quote on an anchovy pizza with extra cheese. So I wasn’t too awfully surprised when “she” decided that six weeks and no answer was just no longer acceptable. Gee, you think?!
So “she” took matters into “her” own paws. And really, it was probably just as well. Because while the original thought was something simple….throw some creativity into it and it takes on a life of it's own and becomes something else entirely. At least "she" won't have to feed it or train it to use the litter box.
I wonder though….do any of you creative types do and then re-do something you are creating?!? “She” thought “she” wanted lots of fabric roses. I wasn’t impressed but as long as they were not on my cushions I wouldn’t say a word.
There must have been a bazillion of them. "She" worked several nights on them. Only stopping when "her" paws hurt. When "she" reached the magic number of a bazillion, some were pinned on the headboard and “she” thought “she” liked them. So "she" started gluing them on. Then about halfway through the bazillion roses, “she” paused and wasn’t sure this was what “she” really wanted.
"She" would sit and stare at them. And I would nap.
The more "she" looked the more certain "she" was that they were coming off. The design was no good.
But the roses. They had other plans. And they were NOT cooperative. Not even a little bit.
The glue had dried. Hard as a rock.
Pulling and twisting did nothing. Well...except tear the net lace.
Scissors became necessary.
Oops. Scissors slipped a little. Sure hope that can be covered up. Can fake suede be glued back together?
Sure you don’t want those roses on there? Maybe just a few??!?
Many came off. Unwillingly. But they came off.
Some stayed. Some didn't make it through the tear them off phase and they became fabric lumps. And some were relocated to another configuration. No, not the lumpy torn ones. I got those. BTW, they slide very nicely along the wood floor. I'll share them with you if you come over to play.
Then one evening something magical must have happened because “she” started working with specific direction. And common sense – pin things BEFORE gluing and BE SURE you want what you see.
Walk away from it. Revisit and look to see if you still like the direction. Novel idea, yes? As you may be suspecting, naturally, I suggested this plan of attack.
I think that because of my contribution and support as well as Grand-dad’s talent with wood, it turned out acceptable. I’m still testing the cushions for comfort….I’ll let you know what I think…..after my nap…..
Anyone else want to volunteer to help me try out the new bench for comfort????? The pay isn't good, but the benefits are pretty decent....milk and snacks will be served....