We have a neighbourhood tomcat who occasionally breaks into our house. He has bailed up our cats, broken into the rubbish, sprayed on the walls, and all manner of other objectionable activities.
This time he sprayed Daughter #2’s La-z-boy chair. This chair has had a hard life since we bought it seven years ago. It enabled her to leave her bed in the midst of her CFS-ME, and became her throne on which she sailed through each day. Despite it’s heavy use, it still had some life in it. Until it was sprayed. After that it was toast, and currently resides in the garage.
So, we went out the next day and bought another chair. After it’s delivery that day, and after sitting in it for a few moments, she erupted into tears, announcing it too small. She needs a chair she can sit in cross-legged and knit, spin, or practise calligraphy in. This chair was too short, and too narrow. Please don’t ask why this minor detail wasn’t noticed in the shop!
So, we went out the next day and bought another chair.
Luckily for us (if not for her), Daughter #1 is about five inches shorter than Daughter #2, and gratefully adopted the first chair. This left us with a very full lounge, and a need to donate some furniture items to a charity shop, ASAP. That was yesterday’s task, and after some re-arranging, we can move around the room without falling over each other again.
All of this reminded me that I hadn’t sewn The Hubbies Christmas present yet. Since he didn’t want gifts last year, I bought him a Ford Mustang quilt panel, and announced I would sew him a lap quilt to throw over his legs in winter. His comeback was that I had merely found a way to enhance my fabric stash, whilst pretending to buy him a Christmas present. I’m still not entirely sure why he thought I would buy myself a Mustang panel, if I was really into stash enhancement!
Anyway, after some discussion with The Hubbie and the assistant at my LQS, I came home with these fabrics….I recommend you put on some sunglasses….
I couldn’t bring myself to follow through on their choices, and rummaged in my stash for a nice grey to tone things down a notch or two. After a couple of hours sewing, I came up with a quick lap rug.
When The Hubbie came home for lunch today and told me to feel free to place this quilt at the bottom of my list of priorities, I decided this might actually be “man-code” for “I don’t want a quilt”.
I’ll undertake a little further interrogation tonight, but I have a feeling this finish may be also en route to the charity shop.
Next Christmas, I might just buy him a Fat Quarter Shop voucher.
Linking up eventually with Crazy Mom Quilts.
2 thoughts on “Lounge furniture, a tomcat, and a finish”
If there is a Mustang in your garage I am green!!!
Unfortunately, there is no mustang in the garage. The Hubbie wants to go back to USA, just so he can drive around in one again. Thanks for visiting.