I’ve been hating the chair I’ve been using for my bedroom vanity. It’s too wide, it’s always in the way and it’s too tall. It’s a good chair in the wrong place.
The search was under way for a vintage stool. I had a really fabulous one but Thing 2 desired it for her room and it fit her bedroom décor perfectly. Besides, I needed something with a smaller footprint that could almost disappear in my tiny bedroom. It also needed to be a lower so I can see into my make up mirror. I felt like I’m hunching over my mirror – something I’m not used to since I top out at 5 foot.
Last Saturday, on my way to get the Prius a badly needed wash I spied an estate sale. I love a good estate sale. Especially if it’s a TRUE estate sale – not a “we think our crap is nicer so we’re calling it an estate sale.” I love to walk in and feel like I’ve stepped into the past. The furniture, the carpet, the appliances, Grandma never updated. These are the types that yield treasures.
It looked like slim pickings as I walked in. I chose the path of least resistance – choosing the less crowded back bedroom. There it was – sitting by itself and ignored by everyone else. Who would want this drab little stool with its tacky brass and brown combo? Me! Me! Oh, I’ve been waiting for you!
The vinyl brown cover was carefully removed and a pattern was made.
The frame was sanded down and gilded with pretty silver finish.
A small piece of faux white ostrich leather fabric from my stash had been saved just for something like this.
It was sewn into shape and a new button was fashioned with pink fabric just to lighten things up a bit!
It’s sooooooooooo much better now! The stool takes up less room. It’s the right height and it feels oh so glamorous!