I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

and trying to tame a wild chair.

In the beginning was this cast aside abused manly chair, with many, and I mean many nailhead trim.

I thought I would bring out the feminine side and go a little wild.  After all it was for the bedroom. 

She enjoyed the boldness, the attention, the slightly hot mess that she had become.

Then she was moved to another room, where her boldness brought whispers, the clashing of fabric was too much to bear.  The time had come, to put away youthful things and become the lady she should of always been.  To being that touch of class while still hanging on to the bit of rustic.

Introducing the new chair

 

 

So that concludes our make-under to prove you don't always have to go big.