I bought an ugly vinyl footstool at the Goodwill, and a delicious chenille bedspread at a garage sale. I think they were made for each other! Here’s what it looked like before:
I did kind of like that pea green color, but it wasn’t doing the chair any favors.
I’m always a little bit reluctant to use a fantastic bit of vintage something or other, because then it’s gone, you know? It’s used up. I’ve had that bedspread for about seven years, and have been nurturing a fantasy of a seaside cottage, and an upstairs bedroom with dormers facing the water, and two metal twin beds, maybe with faux wood grain, and shiny plank floors, a mirror edged with shells, and mismatched chenille bedspreads. The curtains are blowing gently.
Goodness, when I put it that way…
Well, I guess this is nice too.