The man at the Raynes Park car boot sale told me that the tatty piano stool with ripped fabric belonged to his late wife.
'She liked sitting on it, so I'd like you to have it,' he told me. I gave him a fiver. He was pleased.
The makeover took a Sunday afternoon.
1. Sand it until fingers bleed.
2. Paint with black gloss.
3. Varnish twice.
4. Rip off the worn upholstery
5. Replace with a square of fabric
6. Fix with bronze upholstery pins
These days it's the seat for my Victorian dressing table. Only instead of piano sheet music, I've filled it with powders, body lotions and perfumes.
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