And I think it looks pretty fucking fabulous:
Of course, my dining room looked like this:
Which was a little disconcerting. And Ted, who helped with the first two chairs by shooting the staple gun, kept expressing his complete amazement/disbelief that my DIY project was going so well. Which he swears he means as a compliment, but I chose to take as proof that he thinks I am a total dummy, and it's a miracle I make through the day in one piece.
Well, I am no longer a DIY virgin, and unlike the experience of losing my actual virginity, I am filled with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. I highly recommend it. I also now know how to use a staple gun, which is a lot of fun (also unlike losing my virginity). Here are the end results:
My favorite part is looking into the dining room and seeing that, under the table, all the chairs match:
I love it. I love all the chairs. They're not perfect, by any means, but they're good enough. It makes me happy. I may need to get more of a life.