(See last night’s post.) Reupholstery is something I’d like to learn, since I obviously have a crush on redone furniture. A couple weeks ago on trash night (LOVE trash night) I passed this loveseat out curbside and went back to visit it later that night, just to confirm it would never fit in my car (it wouldn’t). I took this picture to show my husband and he looked at me like I’d asked if I could bring home the Plague virus as a pet. But does anyone see what I’m talking about? The wood seemed sturdy, and if I could have gotten it home and knew reupholstery… I have got to go and internship myself to my grandfather in Delaware one of these days.