My Grandma B passed away last Thanksgiving. She was 98. She lived a long, full life, not free from trials but she was always positive and truly made the best of any situation. She always had a story and a project.
Towards the end of her life (like the last 15 years), she would put names on the bottom of her furniture so that when she died, everyone would know where they belonged. When I worked on two footstools that my Dad inherited, I smiled when I turned it over and saw this.
She bought these stools in 1935 for her parents to use. No one uses footstools anymore – I think we’ve switched to ottomans, but these are sweet and remind me of her.
A few months ago I acquired some burlap coffee bean sacks. Since we are experimenting, they were the perfect thing to use for a rustic look. Maybe they’ll go in my parents’ future lake house, or maybe in the meantime they’ll be a chair for one of their several grandchildren.
Quite the pair.
Since burlap isn’t very washable, I created a flap and stapled the cover to the stool.
My favorite is the off-set words and the coarse fabric.