Time to be crafty … because I’m cheap

Derrick Knutson
Derrick Knutson

There’s seven yards of charcoal-colored fabric upstairs at the residence in which my wife and I live. 

I had this grand idea of using it to reupholster two chairs, but I soon realized I have absolutely no idea how to do that.

We acquired the chairs from my wife’s parents about two weeks ago, and they’re in need of some new skin.

The chairs, originally purchased in 1990, used to be an orange-ish color (I’m colorblind, so don’t quote me on that), but now they’ve faded to a soft pink and the fabric is worn in numerous places.

But structurally they’re fine.

Paying someone to reupholster the chairs would be well out of our price range, so we decided to tackle this endeavor in the cheapest way possible: buy the fabric at a 60-percent off sale, consult the Internet and people we know for advice, and then dive into the project with the hope that we won’t totally destroy the chairs.

Jill, my wife, is pretty crafty and good with a sewing machine, so at least we’re not going into this project totally blind.

I, however, am not crafty at all.

This is evident from the funky (not in a good way funky) type of creations I used to make in school art and shop classes growing up.

I’d try to make a wolf out of clay and it would end up looking like an anteater.

Anything I would draw ended up looking like a stick person—It didn’t matter if I was trying to draw a person, horse, basketball hoop or a myriad of other things.

Wood putty was my best friend in high school woodshop classes.

But when I looked at those chairs and thought of how nice they would look with new fabric, I decided to ignore my lack of craftiness and forge ahead.

We just started working on the chairs this weekend.

I removed the fabric from one of the chairs, a process that involving the removal of about a billion staples, grunting, ripping, breaking of screwdrivers, cutting oneself numerous times and a bit of swearing.

Due to my lack of craftiness, I think the fabric removal part will be my role in this undertaking.

Jill can then reupholster the chairs.

If the chairs end up looking great, I’ll tell people, “We did that.”

If they look less than stellar, I’ll probably go with, “That was Jill’s project.”







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