Plan B

Blessings, Darlings!

I still need to take pictures of the furniture work I'm doing, but I'm giving an update even without them.

We have cats.  Our cats have claws. As a result, the 'upright' parts of the arms of our sofas and armchairs are in sorry shape.  They are torn.  Stuffing is hanging out.  The cats deny responsibility, even as we look up and see Brianna with her claw caught in the material.  She waves her other front paw, does the cat equivalent of 'this is not the arm-chair destroyer you seek', and (once she gets her claw free), casually leaves the room.

The Chubby Hubby has declared that the couch, love seat, and arm chair should look better before we move.  So, I figured to cover the vertical front part of the arms of each with pleather, nailed in with decorative nails.

FAIL. There is a mix of cardboard and Gods-know-what as the frame of the furniture.  The nails kept bending, and neither of us wanted to try the lightweight staple gun.  It just seemed like more FAIL waiting to happen.

So I'm hot gluing the pleather on.  As usual, being of sound mind, I'm doing the worst looking piece first - even if I can get it to the "sucks less" stage it will, well, suck less.

So, the first loveseat is done.  It DOES suck less.  It's not gorgeous, but it's totally serviceable and way less embarrassing for others to see.  But, wow - hot glue is HOT when you screw up and get it on your fingers!

Frondly, Fern