This chair belonged to my uncle, and to my great-grandfather before him. It was in my house as I was growing up, and now it is mine.
But it didn't always look like that.
Here it is when I took it home:
You are looking at my mother's slipcovers, circa 1986. That's when my father sanded and refinished the maple wood frame. (It's been scratched a bit since then.)
It's time for a new look. I had yards of white upholstery-weight fabric from curtains I was planning to make. But I never used the fabric. So, for now, I'm just wrapping it around the cushions.
Underneath my mother's slipcovers, I found some previous slipcovers of "unknown vintage." Midcentury, maybe? Check out the mustard color:
I left everything in place. I didn't want to deal with peeling off old fabric. Maybe someday, I will actually sew some covers. And so, I continue the cycle of "just putting a slipcover over it."
