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New Seats, No Sweat

Winter makes me sleepy <insert yawn here>, not to mention stir crazy . I find myself yearning for change. I have been known to sand, paint and rearrange any and all furniture that I can get my hands on.  I paint as many rooms as I can with any and all paint that I can find. As you can imagine my home becomes quite a parade of projects. My poor family suffers through them until my creative tornado winds down and in a moment of exhaustion I flop onto the couch and curl up with my stacks and stacks of unread magazines-which eventually refuels my imagination and my maniacal cycle begins yet again.

This is my life.

This is why I can’t live without my handy dandy glue gun

or staple gun

or paintbrush

or cabinets of fabric (*ahem* even though I can’t sew).

This is why I have 152 craft cabinets.

This is why I live on Starbucks.

O.k., enough about me.

You see my darling sister Marcey lives in the most adorable house nestled in one of the most charming suburbs in town. Her home is warm, equipped with a delightful front porch, hardwood floors and tidy rooms full of antique furniture including the chair I gave her when I moved to Atlanta (but that’s story for another day). Marcey has the loveliest dining room table that has the most precious chairs tucked around the edges that patiently wait for me and my family to invade her delightful home for various family/holiday/birthday gatherings.

For years my sister has been talking about covering her dining room chairs each time we gather around her lovely table. So for Christmas, I took it upon myself to buy her some fabric that I wrapped along with a note promising to help her cover her seat cushions. A few weeks ago I ventured over with my staple gun on my hip and a Starbucks in my hand. Wait ’til you see how easy it is to give your chairs (and room) a new look! No parade of paint brushes or messy makeovers here.

Just some fabric, scissors and a staple gun.

And of course a chair with a removable seat cushion.

First you’ll want to iron the fabric to remove any creases.

As you can see I ironed the fabric after I took the photo. *cough, cough*

Next, place your fabric on a flat surface and cut the (ironed) fabric into squares that are a couple of inches wider than your seat cover.

You’ll want to begin by stapling along the edge first,

then staple the corner

and neatly fold the remaining fabric from the other side over (like you would when wrapping a present).

And then staple that into place.

I am no professional seat coverer by any stretch of the imagination, however I have found that less is more when covering seat cushions.

If you have too much fabric or too many staples the seat cushions will not fit back into the base of the chair. If you do use too much fabric or too many staples you will just have to keep trimming the fabric off, take all the staples out and do it all over again until the seat cushion will nestle back into place.

I may or may have not done just that a few hundred times.

Continue stapling and folding until the entire edge is stapled and all of the corners are nice and neat (and flat).

Then place the cushion pack into the chair.

And sit on it a few times just because you can.

And voila!

You’ve got yourself a new chair and not a bead of sweat to be found!

Not to mention a whole new room with a whole new look and feel.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m having new-seat-cover-envy. Time to grab another Starbucks and get busy stapling and folding to at my house.



My Driving Station

It seems like just yesterday that the school bell rang and summer was an endless meadow before me. I honestly have no idea how summer just seems to melt away before my eyes.

But it undoubtedly does. Every. Single. Year.

I now find myself caught up in the fast pace of back to school, new beginnings, new schedules, carpools, homework and change.

Life is always changing isn’t it? One of these days I will finally get it. I will learn to expect the unexpected and embrace change instead of trying to make sense of it all. Until then I will have my “driving station” to center my universe and clarify my mind.

What is a driving station you ask?

Well, it is the foundation of my daily existence. You see, I am a list maker. For a long time I had a simple white pad that I would carry clutched under my arm as if my life depended on it. One day I decided that I had had enough. I was tired of being burdened with a list that never ended and a note pad that never left my side.

I decided to designate a place on the counter in my kitchen for my own personal information station. But not just any information station. A romantic, pretty, inviting spot for me to calmly organize my day and drive everything in my life.

My driving station was born.

I decided to use an old antique silver tray as the base of my personal information station (aka driving station). The tray just seems to anchor my thoughts while making me happy knowing that I am using one of my beloved antiques.

I found a lovely note pad that was big enough to fit all of the continuous chitty-chatter that flits through my mind on a daily bases.

Which happens to be quite a lot.

I adore the floppy black grosgrain bow. It just speaks to me somehow.

I love to embellish the tray with fresh flowers from the garden during the warmer months and I find that the soothing flicker of a candle during the colder months just warms my heart.

A steamy inviting cup of coffee is always close at hand…waiting for an invigorating sip.

My favorite black (thin) felt tip pen makes my list writing a pleasure.

I am a pen girl.

Must have my black, THIN, felt tip pen.

Even Oliver is intrigued and captivated by the romance of it all.

I begin each day with a blank piece of paper that seems to find itself filled by the end of the day. But somehow the chaos is quieted with my “driving station” there to gently guide me. I love the fact that it sits patiently, all organized and pretty, just waiting for me to drop by with a thought, idea or task that must be accomplished.

I relish in the “to do’s” turning into the “have dones” as I cross off each one.

And I always try to make it a point to remember the little things that are important.

Do yourself a favor. Treat yourself to a tranquil little space that’s just for you. Make your own driving station with the things that make YOU smile.

And remember…

“Each moment is a place you’ve never been.” ~ Mark Strand