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Getting it done, part 9 (yellow chair number 1)

The first of the two yellow chairs is in progress.  It is going more slowly than I had hoped, mostly due to my husband and I taking turns being out of the house at night (book club!  supper club!  mom's night out!  guys night away!  choir practice and yoga class! and on and on and on!) and also him suffering from ALL THE POLLEN and wanting to go to bed very early most nights....

So we have stapled a few parts, but not as many as need to be stapled, and I have sewn all the parts I can sew (on the first chair -- though they are identical, I don't want to start the second chair until I have finished the first, so I can see what I need to cut out/sew differently the second time around).

I am currently feeling discouraged about covering the buttons for the tufting of this chair....Should you happen to have a favorite trick for using a thick fabric (upholstery velvet!) with the buttons you can cover yourself, I would love to know what you do to be successful.  I tried gluing the fabric to the button, both on the front and on the back, but with no success.... I will, I'm certain, find some solution, at some point....but sooner would be better than later.
Update: Sweet hubby managed to damage the little blue pusher piece, which set us on a quest to find something stronger with the same sort of shape to do the pushing with -- we eventually found a screw driver handle (the kind that accepts different bits for the screw driver tip).  It was great -- more to hold on to in order to push, stronger (metal!) so as not to dent or damage, the right size to go over the button loop without crushing it....

A few pictures of the progress:
The terrible buttons. 

The seat cushion cover actually fits!


Before stapling the bottom of the chair (it has since been stapled into place). 
Update: The buttons and the screw driver



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