To be honest, they look WAY better in the picture than in real life. But, they had great "bones" and had been marked down, so Mom and I headed his way (Mom provided the transport of these guys - they're pretty big). The plan? Chalk paint them and then recover them. First up, we picked a bunch of fabrics to test.
I loved the zebra, but the tweed went perfectly with the room and was really custom-looking. One day while at work, I got a picture from hubby of the chair sans fabric. And then painted white (picture not shown... I couldn't find it). After a coat of clear wax, I waxed it with the dark wax to highlight all of the wonderful detail on the chair.
Here's a closeup so you can see what attracted us to these chairs...
I set out to find an upholstery guy. One guy who was recommended by the fabric store recommended a friend. His friend was incredibly reasonable, so I figured why not? Well, I will tell you why not. He smokes. A lot. He was very nice, and the chairs turned out well, but they are going to have to wait for a final picture because they are currently airing out on our back porch. Holy smokey, batman, I was overwhelmed by the smoke through my incredibly congested nasal passages. Lesson learned. I will now inquire about smoking habits before ever getting anything recovered again!