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Friday, 11 February 2011

Usually I like to write about my projects after I’ve finished them, so I can include before and after pictures & my friends and family can say, “Oh my goodness, look at how well that turned out!” (Or, sometimes, “Wow—that…didn’t quite work out the way you planned, did it?”) But I’m lately finding myself writing about projects-to-be; I think subconsciously I know I need to be accountable to someone or I’ll never get anything done, and I suppose the two-and-a-half people who read my blog are as good a “someone” as anyone.

George would tell you that one of the things he both loves and hates about me at the same time is my ability to come up with amazing, grand, creative projects…and then never finish them. (The first part would be the bit he loves; the second, the bit he hates.) I had to trash a few works-in-progress before we moved—I actually cried when the movers told me they couldn’t load this amazing round chair we garbage-picked many years ago because, while it sat in the basement waiting for me to find time to reupholster it, a colony of mold took up residence in the batting. And I’ve passed up several free diamonds-in-the-rough since arriving here because I really need to find the time to finish up the treasures I already have before taking on more.

Case in point: my rocking chair.

Julia calls it my “rock-rock”; she has her own rock-rock (which was my mother’s when she was a baby), but she still likes to sit with me in mine, and so does her brother.

My grandfather bought this chair for my grandmother many years ago—I can’t remember if it was when they got married or when my mother was born, but either way it was somewhere in the neighbourhood of sixty years ago. My grandmother gave it to me several years ago, and it spent quite a bit of time as Derry’s favourite chair in the corner of our spare bedroom in Buffalo.

{It was really hard to get all the cat fur out of the corduroy…}

Now it lives in the corner of our living room, where there is almost always a child or a mama (or occasionally a papa) sitting in it.

If I don’t fix the seat soon, one of our butts is going to fall completely through.

The quirky fabric on the seat is completely shot, but I found this—which I love and which sort of “goes” with other fabrics happening in the room—to cover the seat after I repair it, and I think I’ll make over the seat and back cushions in a coordinating green.

The wooden parts of the chair are solid, and even the finish is still in great shape, so this little bit of TLC should keep rock-rock rocking for many years to come…

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  1. Friday, 11 February 2011 10:53 pm

    I laughed over your “better tell someone about it so I’ll actually Get It Done”, and can relate.
    However!
    ‘ Seems that when I tell anyone of my intentions, well… there they go!
    The babes come in and i’m invited to a tea party or someone has a great idea about something or I’m asked “can we go…” and, well.
    There goes the day. Or month. 🙂

    Oh! And welcome to Growing Naturally! 🙂

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