Beachy Bar Stools

Here is what I have decided:  the more I have to actually blog about, the LESS time I have to blog it.  But then, doing anything in a timely manner has never been my strong suit.

Take these bar stools, for instance.  I bought them last summer, before House of White was born.  They were originally a blond wood.  I actually took before pictures, but they are still on my broken hard drive. . . irretrievable.  I painted one right after I got it, so conceivably I could have taken a picture of the other two, which just got painted last week.  But no.

They aren't that old, but I thought they would look cute and beachy all painted up, with numbers on the back.   I liked the rush seats and thought I could clean them up.

 Rob, of course, reminded me that we didn't have a beach house to put them in, but I bought them anyway--for my house.  Then we decided something more nondescript would be better for the space since the table was so close.

I might have made a bad decision. . .

Lisa and I finally got around to finishing the chairs this week.  I discovered that the spots on the seats were wax. . . meant to hold the seat together where it was suffering from some wear and tear.  It was staying.

So I decided to sew little covers for them.

I think they turned out super cute.  I added a little blue ticking stripe trim to the seat, and ties to the back (along with little ties under the front to secure it to the front legs).

They blend in so well with my kitchen that I think I should have kept them!

And even though I screwed up when I painted the first number, and did it off centered, I think the added dot just makes it cuter.

But alas, Lisa wouldn't let me keep them.  So we packed them off to the shop, along with a few other things.  And there they sit, in case they are calling your name--you can go rescue them and take them home with you.

Nothing says summer like a little beachy decor and a pitcher of lilacs.