reupholstering 101

i have been away for too long!  I guess life happened and I got caught up with all the hullabaloo. Well, now I'm back and I will try my very best to post something more regularly.  I have plenty of stuff to post since then.

well, the other month I happen to stare at our dining chairs long enough to realize that it was the odd one out in the room.

this was how our little dining corner looked with the dated emerald green velvet covering the chairs

up close, the chip board underneath was almost falling apart

so, I decided to upgrade it and without any experience at all in chairs or reupholstering, I dove right in and was very, very pleased with the results!

the painting of the Rock under Van Gogh's starry night is made by hubby; the African mask is a souvenir when we met for the first time in Morocco; i sewed the yellow curtains myself; I DIY'ed the white tissue paper pom-poms/hanging decor and of course, the black dining room table and chairs we inherited from the former owners of the house.

if you want to do some reupholstering of your own, there are plenty of tutorials online and even if you don't have any experience at all, never fret!  All you need is some elbow grease, a staple gun, your fabric of choice and you are good to go!

in search of sushi

that restlessness again... for something new, for something challenging, for something to rejuvenate the soul... and the palate...

i've been searching for a place like this for so long... with upside down yellow chairs nailed to a pink wall...

with giant Japanese parasols suspended in the ceiling... dappled in the afternoon sunlight...

with a shadowbox full of memories and mysteries...

with shadowboxes full of remembrances and secrets...

where they hide among big banana fronds...

and then, one mouthful of my rainbow sushi and everything is alright in the world...

nothing beats old school, though... food for the famished soul and the tired hippocampus...

banana tempura... with the toasted sesame chasing the blues away... best when shared with one teaspoon...

 Surla in my mind...

 i shall return.

credenza influenza

shy as a gelding, i saw you high up a parking building.  quiet and unassuming and full of secrets. you were with your friend, the wardrobe who had an affair… possibly with the squeaky secretary.

“pssst!”, you said. and just like that, i am under your spell.

i so wanted to take you home with me.  apprehensive and embarassed i am,  because you see, my home is mouldy and mildew-y.

but i could never forget you.  so i took a memento.  oh, i wish… i wish… i can only wish…

(Mid-Century Modern credenza and her friend, the wardrobe)