The upholsterer looked repulsed when he saw our loveseat.

I bought a loveseat at a neighbor’s yard sale.

I thought it looked to be from the nineteenth century, based on the way 1 half of the back sloped up & the other half had a downward curve.

My husband Gary shrugged when he saw it & said that if I liked it, I should buy it for myself. I told him it was going to need reupholstered, & Gary he asked how much it would cost. I didn’t know, since I had never had furniture reupholstered, but I was positive it would be cheaper than buying a brand new loveseat. Two weeks after bringing the loveseat home, I was taking the loveseat to a local reupholstery shop. When the upholsterer looked at the loveseat, he had a look of repulsion on his face. He wanted to think where I got the loveseat, & if I was the 1 who ruined it? I told him I had bought it at a yard sale for $10. I wanted to think how much it would cost me to have the reupholstering done, & if he would do it. He tsked as he looked at the loveseat. He flipped it upside down & looked at every upholstery tack & touched every inch of wood. He told myself and others that he would do the upholstery for me, but he wanted to purchase the loveseat first. He didn’t think that someone who had done this disfigure deserved to have such an attractive work of art. I paid $10 for the loveseat & he gave myself and others three hundred bucks. I wondered how much he was going to sell the antique loveseat for when he finished with the brand new upholstery.


Rustic meets traditional