Denny has finally grown enough that he's exceeded the weight limit on his high chair. I was checking out the new online pictures at my favorite local secondhand shop. I saw a 50's chair/step stool that needed a little love, called the shop to put it on hold, and picked it up as soon as I could get kids loaded in the van.
That's a red crackled vinyl cover on the seat and back, with a nice tear on the top, accented by burnt orange steps. I don't dislike the orange, but it doesn't go with my dining room, and anyone who knows me knows that just won't work.
I was taking the kids to play at a friend's house, and I was supposed to bring Christmas stocking fabric to work on while I was there. I left the fabric sitting on the kitchen counter, so I carried the new chair inside instead. Tonya is my "finisher." If there's a project I need to work on, she's my girl. If I've been putting off doing something, I tell her to hold me accountable, and she'll usually show up in her painting clothes to help me finish (because my projects almost always involve paint and she loves me that much).
Anyway, when she saw the chair and I told her what I wanted to do, she got out some fabrics, found a leather remnant, and we started taking the chair apart. Within a couple of hours, we had all the old red covering off, the leather on, and I was on my way to the store for paint.
I took each painted metal piece off the chair, cleaned it, and spray painted it. Spray painting is supposed to happen at or above 60*, but it's cold outside and I'm not patient enough to wait for spring. Each piece went outside in a box, got a coat of paint, and came inside to dry in my living room. After drying for a whole how-many-hours-did-the-can-say-? day, I put the chair back together. Did I mention I'm not patient?
And here it is! Denny's new step chair, which can also double as a step stool for reaching those hard-to-reach top shelves in my upper kitchen cabinets!