About two years ago, Bones and I trashpicked a baby stroller that had seen much, much better days.
This thing was DISGUSTING in a way that wasn’t immediately obvious. It was waterlogged from being out with the trash. It had a far-from-healthy layer of mildew/mold growing in the liner. Apparently it had been some sort of parade prop, judging by the pipe cleaners and silver sticker lettering that hadn’t quite managed to fall off yet.
Bones thought it was perfect for a haunt just the way it was.
I, on the other hand..
Well. In most ways, Bones and I think very much alike. And then there are surprising blip-moments in which I am reminded that I must not assume we are always completely in sync and maybe I should ask him for his opinion before I start to dismantle an Awesome Something.
I decided to start to tear the bedraggled buggy apart and work on the metal frame first. Rust was removed and everything was given a new layer of paint.
As is usual for my projects, I didn’t consult the Google before I began trying to figure out how to transform this monstrosity. I dug through my stash of fabric and found some lovely black flocked velvet and a sheer red that fit my mental image of what a proper gothic buggy should look like, and I decided to reupholster the vinyl. Some of the inner bits had to be disposed of because they were just too disgusting to save.
This horrible photo is doing its best to disguise my horrible first attempt at creating a flat inner lining using hot glue. In retrospect, spray-on adhesive might have been a better bet. I’m not sure. In the end, I would have to redo a fair bit of this, including the realization that part of my problem was that I actually was using too much fabric.
I don’t have photographic evidence of my first attempts to cover the blue vinyl with black fabric. When I tell you that I had no damned idea how to deal with all of the different angles/lines and how to get around the metal framework, you honestly can’t imagine how bad a job I was doing with all of it. I also don’t have a photo of the look on Bones’ face when he realized I had taken his fantastically disgusting prop and started to make it pretty.
We had initially planned last year to use an orphanage theme for our haunt. When our focus changed, I set the buggy aside, and it languished unloved and vaguely reupholstered until this past summer, when I decided to take a deep breath and try again to wrestle the thing into submission.
After a good deal of cutting away of the previous efforts and regluing things into place? I was finally becoming happy with my project. Bones was finally digging it, too, and gave me some feedback on what to do with the roof of the thing. I went back into my fabric stash and pulled out some black trim to finish off the gothy goodness.
Creepy Zombie Baby was ok, but Roxie and I decided that Werewolf Baby was a much better choice.
I wanted something else to finish off the sides of the buggy, and remembered I had some bats from a company I used to love, The Eccentric Griffins. A few coats of silver paint and a bit of hole drilling by my ever-fabulous partner, Bones, and we called the project complete!