If you’ve been reading these tea leaves for any length of time, you might recall that our family currently uses a small, high loveseat as a couch. It’s a simple piece of furniture made from honest materials and straight lines and I’m just not ready to quit it, no matter how appealing a little more lounge space might eventually be.
I recovered the couch myself two summers ago, but my DIY drop cloth upholstery job is looking (and feeling!) worse for wear due to a combination of using a cheap drop cloth, failing interior cushions, and living through a global pandemic with a family of five spending altogether too much time on it. Well, that plus all the liberties and shortcuts I took when tackling the thing myself.
This time, I decided to hire someone else to do the job. I’m doing my best to crank out a whole bunch of apartment projects this summer (see also!) and this is the undertaking that felt the wisest to outsource from a time, space, and peace-of-mind perspective. I’m glad I challenged myself to the job last time around and I’m just as glad to allow someone else to take the reins this time around. With any luck, I’m hoping it will mean ending up with a finished project that’s a little more sturdy and a lot more comfy.
Last week, from deep in an upholstery fabric research rabbit hole, I scheduled a half-hour consultation with professional upholsterer Nicole Crowder so that I could 1) convince myself that I was right to pass on doing this project myself again and 2) to have someone to ask twenty questions about piping and stuffing and fabric orientation, not to mention what it might be like to cover a couch with denim. (Nicole was delightful and knowledgable and if anyone is hoping to tackle an upholstery project themselves or even to pass it to someone else, here’s my enthusiastic endorsement.)
After chatting with Nicole, I decided to take the plunge on a heavy-weight engineer stripe denim that I’d seen earlier in the week at Brooklyn General Store. It’s affordable, hardwearing, and classic without being too stuffy or…expected. I’m going to have the upholsterer place the fabric wrong-side out so that the stripe is a bit more subtle and I’m so excited to see how it wears organically overtime. Mostly I’m excited that it’s basically guaranteed not to pill or snag or show every single smudge of dirt from my kids.
Anyway, that’s it. Apartment progress sometimes means dreaming about gutting a kitchen and sometimes means the simplest solution is to sew my own damn blinds, and sometimes means hiring someone else to reupholster a twelve-year-old couch.