In my 10 days of hibernation while Eric was away, I finished working on my new chair.

I bought the chair for $2 at Restore (or as my dad accidentally called it “Rehab for Humanity”). I don’t have photos of when it looked grungy.

I sanded it by hand, then glued on some flowers and stars punched out of old music books, kids books, National Geographic magazines, and a fallen-apart copy of Haircut and Other Stories.

Because I didn’t want to risk uglifying my chair with a collage gone wrong, I added more to the underside using butterflies I’d picked off the floor after watching Ovo, saved since Eric took me to the circus in 2009.

To a few of the butterflies I added some lines cut out of a fallen-apart copy of Waiting for Godot. (Lots of books in need of repair around here.)

It doesn’t make the butterflies sound existential, though. They sound more whiny.

Finally, I sprayed the legs chrome-colour with leftover paint borrowed from dad and put on a few coats of clear Varathane.