People, the chair is complete. It's messy. The velvet is worked to death. There's some unfortunate wrinkling and sagging and puckering. It's not my finest work. In fact, it's probably not even in the 30th percentile of all my crafty endeavors, but people, it. is. done.
A trip down memory lane: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5. There he is on the day we first met. Dirty, dusty, sad.
And now, behold. A facelift-of-sorts, but not like a good Nancy Pelosi one. It's more like an unfortunate Bruce Jenner job. Anyway, it's done. I can get it out of my foyer, and the very dudes that gave it to me have asked for it back, which is good because I actually felt guilty about giving it to Goodwill (but not about giving it to these dudes).
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