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When I think about the golden age of the phone, I always think of this scene from Bye Bye Birdie. (http://youtu.be/gKhR8QtQ4do) This piece of furniture makes me think of those days. This piece is obsolete now as far as its original purpose was. This was a phone chair. It had a nice hiding place for the phone book, a top destined for your smart looking phone, and a nice little seat for you to use while on the phone.


With cell phones, who sits to talk to people? (And not do anything else while holding that conversation???) I am guilty.





When I got this piece, it looked like this. The seat stunk to high heaven, and the wood was all scratched up. (You cant really tell from the pic. The wood SHINES in this picture, but it doesnt in real life...boo)


So, I started my redo. I started with the fabric I wanted to cover it with, and then followed with the paint. They happened to match (I had gotten the paint in the mark-downs at Lowes. $5 a gallon!)




I painted two coats and then put two coats of poly on.




Then I started the recovering process. I had to take off four layers first. It is so cathartic to pull out every one of those staples and nails.




Then, I recovered it with new (actually old, cause it is vintage material) stuff. It was a fun and vibrant pattern!



Here it is all finished and nailed down.






I finished it by covering the top piece with fabric as well. I put down some poly, pulled it tight over, trimmed, polyed over it and then waited for it to dry. Then, I trimmed again, and then polyed again. It is now a hard surface. :-) And cute to boot!

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