There it is.It's a comfy little chair, perfect for our library/office. (The little yellow room is my room. I wanted a place to sit and enjoy reading all our books.)
It was practically free. Our neighbors, K & Ed, were having a garage sale on Saturday. When they found out we had nephews, they dumped some toys on us. And then I looked at that chair. I suddenly wanted it. It had a good shape. It was a good size. It was an ugly color, but I had this wonderful vision of it recovered in some funky fabric. I asked K how much she wanted for it, and she said, "Oh, maybe $5? Really, you could just take it."
So I did. I was suddenly enthralled with the idea of recovering this chair with a fun, bright tapestry-type fabric. I carted the thing over to our house and plopped it in a corner of the yellow room. I stared at it fondly. I heard the voices of my friends ringing in my ears, complimenting me on my creativity, my style, my domestic-goddess sewing skills.
Sewing skills?
In all my excitement, I somehow forgot that desiring to recover the chair doesn't actually endow me with the skills to do it. Sigh.
I'm on the lookout now, to find a friend who can help with this little domestic dream. And until then, maybe my dear sister can teach me to crochet a really large, comfy blanket to throw over my comfy chair and cover up all that nasty sea-foam green?
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