Before: A Total Dud
Throw pillows immediately came to mind—maybe oversize floor cushions? And then it dawned on me: reupholster a chair! Nevermind the fact that I was sorely lacking said chair—it was too chic not to happen. I trekked to Eddie Hibbert's salvage shop on Greene Avenue in Brooklyn and sorted through the piles of detritus and discarded decor. There, teetering atop one such stack, was this old dining chair. I knew it had potential, but was also terrified of getting bed bugs. I asked the price—$8. "Bed bugs, be damned," I said, slinging the chair over my shoulder. (Collective sigh of relief: there were no bed bugs.)