Sewing is not my greatest skill, but sometimes my enthusiasms carry me along. My latest little task was to make this loose cover for a small armchair which used to be a doggy brown horror, but with potential. It was at times like making a pair of pyjamas for a small elephant, but I got there in the end. And now it looks perfectly sweet and is very inviting of a winter evening to sit and read in a comfy little armchair.
The oak chest is another story. Last weekend, with Andrew's logistical capabilities which would have impressed the Imperial Romans we tied it up with sash cord and between the 2 of us lugged the hefty beast up our staircase, taking in its twists and turns and carried it along to our newly finished bedroom. But having got it there, although the sense of achievement was great, I didn't like the look of it, and so the next day we did the process in reverse and brought it downstairs again. Ironically it was only after the heaving it about the house that its new place struck me as possible.
Still, it was worth the effort and fortunately I don't have to confess to my physio that I have undone all the good work she has done on my knee.