craftgrrl | On learning not to staple your finger as well as the fabric to the couch beams

For my birthday, I had asked for a thrifted couch for my art room. I meant something along the lines of a 25 to 50 dollar Salvation Army find. My mom of course, went above and beyond, and found and gifted to me the greatest little love seat ever (read - eVaR*!!!1oneoneone.)

My mom is the reason I craft. She taught me to see potential in anything as she saw in this little number

We'd never attempted anything like this before, so we pooled our knowledge, and agreed to treat it like we were tailoring a suit.

First we had to get rid of that dust ruffle thing at the bottom. As we razored/tore it away we found out this wasn't the first time this little one had undergone a makeover. Why someone would choose to recover something in such an...interesting fabric was beyond me. But, I digress.

We went to High Fashion, where many a designer can be found rooting through the rolls of silks and pondering formal wear. Our first stop? The clearance isle.

After two hours of drooling, we picked up our jaws and nabbed a stellar black canvas like material with flamingos:

My mom insisted on doing most of the work, as it was a birthday present, but I hung around just in case (she was using Machine (my baby, my love, my sewing machine) and I tend to get a little protective)

In the end, it ended up half slip cover/half reupholstering. It was made like a slipcover..well a custom slipcover I guess, but we took a staple gun to the bottom, so that suckers not coming off any time soon.

I also insisted on showing off the sexy little legs that were hiding before.

End result of our week long crafty learning experience?

My photography skills were less then mediocre this evening, so the picture is crooked, and there's a glare. BUT, you can still see the beauty that is Mingo, my flamingo.