I sure do love this birthday boy.
So I have been wanting a new sofa. I’ve never owned a new sofa. In my 14 years of living on my own, I’ve only ever owned used furniture and things handed down from grandparents.
Apparently, this year is not going to be the year I get a new sofa. *sigh* Oh well. So instead, I decided the sofa we have needs a facelift.
I got it into my head that I could recover my couch cushions myself. I mean, I have a sewing machine. How hard could it be?
HARD. Very very HARD.
I laid out the material and laid the cushion on the top of it. And then I proceeded to stare at it. For a looong time. I think my mind was trying to wrap itself around all the ways this could possibly go. Or possibly go wrong. Oh dear.
More sitting. More staring. How?
Finally I said screw it. I’m just going to wrap it like a present. Or a baby diaper. It won’t be perfect. But it’ll be better than it is now.
So here we have BEFORE:
A sad and dilapidated specimen indeed.
So after all the sitting and staring and cursing and swearing, we have an AFTER:
I diapered the bottom cushions and then hand sewed the fabric to the cushions. Probably not the best way to go about it, but hey, when you don’t know what the hell you’re doing and you have no one that can give you pointers, you do the best you can.
The back cushions I sewed myself on my handy dandy sewing machine, then stuffed it with the stuffing from the old pillows. Making something new out of something old. Hmmmm. Don’t they call that recycling?? Woot woot!
So what’dya think? I think it turned out okay.
Now I know you’re probably wondering, where’s the fuzzy fur in all of this? Never fear. There’s enough fur to go around.
Awwwww. Isn’t he just the cutest little pile of fuzz?
I had to share.
And here’s another thing I had to share. My lilac tree. Amazingly beautiful.