But, hey, what's one more?
Especially if it's for Me Darlin' Mither.
We went shopping last Thursday for a piece of fabric to recover the seat cushion of a small (and unusual) chair which belonged to my grandmother.
Neither of us had a clear idea of what we wanted, so I suggested we just go out looking and see if anything grabbed us.
This is what grabbed her:
I couldn't seem to get a good photograph of it (probably because I didn't finish the assignments in my photography class), but it's a deep brown synthetic leather marked off in diamonds with a creamy-gold thread.
The chair, which is cream color, is part of the guest room furniture now, so I think this will suit to a tee.
I've never sewn on this type of fabric, and I'll have to put a zipper and piping on the cushion cover.
Mom wants me to wait until after the holidays to start working on this, because she fears it's going to be a real challenge.
It might.
But every time I walk by that fabric now, it seems to say "Wanna fight?"
And I don't know if I can make it through two whole months of that kind of taunting.
I just don't know.