All of a Day’s Work
It’s been a trying day, but I did find out what I DO NOT want to be when I grow up – a reupholstery person.
There’s a lot to be said about trying things outside one’s wheelhouse. Stupid immediately came to mind as I started to write. What I meant to say was brave, but stupid more accurately describes my overly ambitious intentions. In my attempt to put aside the ‘fear of the unknown’, I’ve encountered the ‘reality of the ___’. I was going to fill in the blank with one word, but do you realize how many words are synonyms of absurd? A few of my top picks are futile, hopeless, impractical, insurmountable, preposterous, and unattainable. Take your pick. That’s where I am this evening.
My neighbor helped me re-glue and re-cut the foam for the chair seat a few weeks ago. This morning, I I decided to stop my procrastination by glueing layers of batting onto the seat. I watched a few YouTubes, but sadly the efforts turned out as disappointing as my other YouTube projects. I put that to the side around lunch time and started on another part I thought would be easier.
Wrong.
(See? I don’t even have the strength left to put in an exclamation point.)
Ronald helped me glue a piece of fabric to some batting for the inner backing of the chair. Easy enough, but the glue did not hold. I tried sewing them together with my regular machine, but the pieces stretched out wrong. So … I took out all the stitching and tore the backing and batting totally apart and pinned the pieces carefully. In the process of clipping them to fit, I took a chunk out of a finger. Truly, this is a blood, sweat, and tears project.
Except it was too chilly today to sweat, and I’m too aggravated to cry.
Yet.
So bleeding for a good cause will have to do.
Anyway. It took me over 30 minutes and another YouTube to get the threading of my serger correct. Got it right on the second try. Yay, me.
Ah. Then the staples. I pulled out an electric staple gun from back in the day – I don’t remember when or for what I bought the dern thing. Thankfully, it was unplugged the first time I tried to press the trigger. I realized I had it upside down and but for the grace of God and His guardian angels, a staple could have shot right into my face. But then again, it may not have hurt much since I am very hard-headed as evidenced by my present project.
The featured image is the sum total of what I accomplished today, though I will probably remove the staples and try it again tomorrow. Those are the wrong size anyway and as crooked as a dog’s hind leg. It will not only bug me but could possibly ruin the foam topper that goes next.
I have to find something good about today’s efforts. I had to do a lot of cleaning and sorting to get everything in nice, even piles to decide what I have yet to cut out, so that’s a plus. Then I had to do a deeper clean to try to remember where I put the foot pedal to my serger after it came home from the repair shop. Found a few other items in the process – win/win.
Katharses is all I’m sayin’.
You know I always have to find a verse or two to end my blogs. I guffawed when I saw this one from Proverbs 22:3. ‘The prudent sees danger and hides himself, but the simple go on and suffer for it.’
Yep. That’s the truth.
Blessings,
Kara Beth
All is not lost. After reading my blog and hearing me complain for weeks, Ronald says he’s tired of it and wants me to take it to the reupholstery shop. And that my friends, is a win/win!!!
