Then that night while eating dinner with my husband, I burst out laughing for no apparent reason. He looked at me a little weird, so I had to tell him the following story:
My Grandma plays the organ. My Dad plays the organ. I play the organ. When I was younger, my dad had the opportunity to buy his organ teacher's organ when she was downsizing. That led him to sell the current organ that he owned. So, in the days before Craigslist and Kijiji, he place a good old classified ad. And sold the organ to a guy in a 1970s style band called Fuzzy Love. We still occasionally laugh about that name.
Anyways... what does that have to do with this chair? Well, the fabric on it was straight out of the 70's... and it was extremely... well... fuzzy (and extremely gross, but that's besides the point). So somehow in my mind, I managed to connect the two things... and this chair is now entitled My Fuzzy Love Chair!.. lol
But after a few coats of white paint, it is all cleaned up and soo pretty!
Here's a couple more pictures:
And... I still kind of giggle everytime I look at it... he he...