Luckily for me, she couldn't part with these. Some eventually broke until we were down to just two left. My sister and I fought to keep them, knowing someday, they would be wonderful.
Now, just to be clear, I don't count myself hugely sentimental with furniture pieces. These chairs and my desk are the only pieces of furniture I've had for longer than five years. But as folding chairs, these have such great utilitarian uses, that I couldn't justify seeing them go. And we've used them for several events and holidays already.
But enough of me justifying why I've kept these seemingly awful chairs, so I can explain the new lease on life: The biggest change is these are getting a new coat of paint. These are going from a not so crisp white (my mom called the color dirty gross white) to a beautiful chocolate brown.
I've so far done two coats of paint on each chair, and I am planning to start with touch-ups whenever possible. I plan to break out a smaller brush to get between the slats in the seats and all the tiny nooks so the color is completely flat and consistent.
I'm using a flat finish for a couple of reasons: it doesn't show scratches and wear and tear as much as other finishes do - which is good for a utility/kitchen chair. The paint would also be more easy to touch up and redo if these are ever extremely mistreated.
I have one last material designated for these chairs: In college, I bought some seat cushions for our bar stools in our furnished apartment: the cushions made those bearable to sit on. So, once the paint is done and dry, I'll put the cushions on, and voila! I'll have two wonderfully done, completely rehabilitated rescue chairs!
I even started showing some of the pictures to my mom (since she has professed her hatred for them), and she thought they were looking so much better already! Here's hoping the finished product continues to produce such great results!