While Krissie was here, we unloaded a sixteen-foot truck into this little cottage, which pretty much buried us alive.
Here’s the office after the Great Unload:
And the garage (which is supposed to be the place I store my books and tools for easy access, also, you know, my car):
And the attic which is going to be my walk-up closet, sewing room, and sleeping loft if I have need of more than one guest bedroom:
And of course the living room, where I’m supposed to live. Off to the left in that picture, you can see my ancient La-Z-Boy, brought to New Jersey because Krissie insists that all writers must have recliners (she’s right), and La-Z-Boy won’t deliver a new chair to this area (too remote) and I can’t afford a new chair anyway.
Below is a better picture of it with the back taken off (Thank you, Krissie).
But the colors, vivid and earthy and beautiful, are awful in the cottage living room, so something had to be done. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time to recover chairs: I have to clean up the Great Unload, grade the McD papers and get the new course approved, deal with some unpleasant legal stuff, and write a book. However I have discovered recently that if I don’t make something on a regular basis, I get tense. So when I started getting tense this time, I decided I did have time to recover the damn chair since the colors made me unhappy every time I stepped over boxes to get into the room.
I bought fabric to recover it, but Krissie wasn’t a fan of it, and when I got it home I realized it wasn’t going to work. So the next time we were at Home Goods, I picked up a $30 quilt in white and blue-aqua that I thought would match The Chair. And then I put another one just like it in the cart in case the first one wasn’t enough. (It wasn’t, so good for me.) Then I took an evening off and recovered the chair while watching The Closer. It took me
four seven episodes, but I got it done, so–TA DA!–here’s The Chair’s Girlfriend.
It took one and a half quilts with a little more left over, so I hemmed the remnants and made a small quilt that I can put over the seat (a plus in a house with dogs and besides, I love the stripe pattern), and a lap quilt, another chance to use the stripe that’s in the backing and the piping.
I have to go over it again and strengthen all the stitching, but I’m very happy with it. It’s one corner of the living room that’s not complete chaos, the pattern and colors are just what I wanted, it has a beautiful relationship with The Chair, and Krissie gets her La-Z-Boy, now known as The Girlfriend. Everybody wins.
As long as I keep making things, I’ll be all right.