I like sloppy houseslippers, but even for me, there’s a limit. I loved these suede mocs so much I bought two pair and wore them into . . . well, into this:
This pair is missing their laces (that would be Mona; she looks on suede laces as a particularly chewy form of spaghetti), they’re shapeless, they’re stained, they’re . . . comfy. Really, really comfy. So of course I decided to ReFab them. Continue reading
So when I first got Popeye (the chair I’m reupholstering slooooowly that only has one button on the back so Krissie called it Popeye) many years ago, he needed a footstool and I found a butt-ugly one at Goodwill for not much. (Twenty bucks maybe? Not more. I’m cheap.) It was this hideous gray-green ribbed fabric, so I covered it with three different kinds of red upholstery and shoved it up next to Popeye who was also wearing red at the time. Then the dogs destroyed the top, and rather than reupholster it, I spray-painted it blue with plastic paint. (You can get spray fabric dye, too.) But now Popeye is getting a makeover, so Swee’Pea must change, too. Besides, it was looking really bad: Continue reading
Since Krissie mentioned The Chair, and I need a post for today before we go to Staples and JoAnn’s (bliss), I will show you the The Unfinished Chair. What happened was that the day after I realized I probably had AMD and found the letter from my doctor confirming that I had diabetes, I started doing laundry obsessively (which was good because I had mountains of it). And in between loads, I decided to reupholster the entire house. Well, a lot of the dark furniture in the house. It was too damn depressing. Since then I’ve painted a lot of it white–more to come–and Alastair painted all the woodwork in the living room white because I was coming unglued and it helped (it’s fabulous)–but that night, I wanted to do something right away, something that was hands on, something that I wouldn’t have to think about but could just do by instinct, aka “That looks right, that doesn’t look right.” Kind of like collaging a chair. Continue reading
So I’m a little stressed. I was stressed before I hit the deer, discovered I’m probably going to be looking at people sideways in a couple of years, and found out there was no cake in my future. Now I’m interacting several times a day with an app that yells at me (figuratively speaking) if I don’t eat breakfast. I’m making progress, my numbers are coming down, but they’re not coming down fast enough, especially that bottom line blood pressure number. I should be seeing better results. I’m Jenny Crusie, damn it, I do everything well. Okay, not relationships or housecleaning or cooking (the smoke alarm went off last night while I was making salad), but a lot of things. THIS thing. THIS THING I SHOULD BE DOING WELL.
Okay, I’m a little more than a little stressed. Continue reading
My experimentation with face creams continues, but we have a winner in the what-cream-to-put-on-your-feet-before-you-put-on-socks competition: Vaseline. The stuff is dynamite. I used both the baby version and the cocoa butter version but they’re basically identical: thick goop that seals the moisture into your feet and softens calluses.
If you’re antsy about the petroleum part, I have two runners up. Continue reading