Making Do

I often wish I could talk to my mother. She’s been dead for many years but I’m sure she would be so proud of me right now. I’m managing the art of “making do” so well. It wasn’t all for nothing Mum, even though it appeared that none of us were taking it all in, we were and now we are using the lessons we learnt. 

Laura is managing to be cooking up a storm even after a lifetime of Burger King and Ubereats.  And I am eating weird stuff that happened  to be in the pantry, mending the crochet rug after all these years of not getting round to it and I’m being very careful not to let the toilet roll spin. And my upholstery project is a post-war housewife’s work of art.  I didn’t have enough fabric and there is no way of getting any more right now- so a bit of creative licence required. Actually this type of chair is relatively straightforward to upholster, but trying to figure out how to get the limited amount of fabric to work is another whole story. 

When we were sewing all those clothes as teenagers, all that mucking round with tissue pattern pieces on the dining room floor was always about figuring out ways to use the fabric as economically as possible. The lessons seem to have stuck. 

I quite like the look of this chair now. There are two of them and I’m pretty sure I can get another one out of the fabric after all that measuring and sewing bits together. They will be for sale if anyone wants to buy them- they can fit side by side as a little “lockdown love-seat”!

You may have noticed that Laura seems to have temporarily abandoned the blogosphere at the moment- I have it on good authority that Tinder is way more interesting right now- never trust the young!  

I hope most of you are not as antsy and edgy as I am after all this time in my uni- bubble. I can’t even remember what my real clothes look like and the most interesting thing going down right now seems to be the discussions round how you stop the beaver strip on your scalp from showing on the zoom meetings. 

Haha

I’ll post a pic of the two chairs when I’ve finished the next one.
Love Lesley