It lives and breathes . . .

I spent a greater part of this Labor Day morning moving things around in my sewing room. Specifically, I brought my (current) favorite, most inspiring fabrics out of the closet and into the light. It took a great deal of angst to think of breaking up The Stash, but after much consideration, I felt it was for the best. I have not forgotten their friends who still live in the "old neighborhood". I have vowed that I will visit there often.

For those of you who are wondering, "Where did she get that lovely slipcovered wing chair?" the answer is this: I bought that chair (and an ottoman that doesn't really fit in the sewing room and is under the table) for a whopping 35 bucks at a yard sale several years ago. It was covered in a hideous fabric that would best not be described. I got the bright idea to slipcover them myself, even though I had absolutely no prior slipcovering experience. Just in case you are wondering . . . not the brightest idea to pick a wing chair as one's first slipcovering project, nope . . . not the brightest.

However . . . when I finally finished them, I could not have been happier. I just vowed I would, never, ever again slipcover my own furniture. I lived true to that promise until early this year when I slipcovered the sofa and love seat in my living room.

But that's another post. Another really long and difficult post. For now let's just be happy that I can smell my fabric from my cozy seat in the wing chair. It's just too bad I can still hear the other fabrics whining in the closet from there.