I had a hot date Saturday evening with this soon-to-be handsome fella. In need of a major facelift, he and I spent a little time sweating it out in the carport.
Forget dinner and a movie, this ottoman and I had a rehab date planned. Obviously the first step was to free him of the layers of fabric and batting locking him into 1973. Not an easy task considering three layers of material equals three layers of nails & staples to pluck. One. By. One. It gave us plenty of time to get to know one another, and I thought we were really hitting it off…
…until I found out my furniture friend was cheating on me. Caught red handed, buried under the last layer of of batting I discovered a piece of paper with not one, not two, but three girls’ names complete with address.
No worries, ladies. I have the ultimate revenge planned. Instead of rehabbing him into a sleek and contemporary ottoman, I’m now thinking an ultra feminine fabric fit for a little girl’s room will suit him better. Much better.
PS…as the first of several rehabbed furniture pieces donated by moi for the upcoming Habitat for Humanity ReStore & After auction, this piece could be yours! Check back soon for more info on the fundraiser and to catch a sneak peek of the after shots.