I reupholstered my sofa, with no help.
I had the upholstery tacks I wanted to use, and the roping I wanted for the bottom of the sofa and around the arms
When I was younger, I loved to sew. In my 20 years of marriage, I had already worn out two sewing machines, and my husband was getting me a new one for Christmas. I made suits for my husband, and dresses for myself. I even dabbled with altering wedding clothes and prom dresses for family and friends. The biggest task I took on, was when I wanted my sofa reupholstered. I kept telling my husband that I was sure I could do the reupholstering on my own. He looked skeptical, but he told me that if I wanted to try it, go ahead. He knew I would be able to reupholster the cushions, but he was concerned with the back and sides and me being able to pull the material taut enough to make it look proper. I jokingly told him that if it was too loose, I would put buttons into the back and you would never know they were there to tighten the material. He laughed, gave me a hug, and walked away. The problem was that he had put doubts into my head about my ability to reupholster the sofa. I bought enough material to do the entire sofa, but after doing the cushions I was not sure I wanted to do the rest of it. I had the upholstery tacks I wanted to use, and the roping I wanted for the bottom of the sofa and around the arms. My husband told me to do what I do best, and if it didn’t look perfect it was okay. I was worried I was going to ruin the sofa, but when I got done reupholstering it, I was pleased with the job I had done.