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My daughter's new kitten.

This is a horrible picture of what I fell hard and fast for. Super-saturated superwash blue-faced leicester.

Yum yum yum.

I covered my sofa.

The iPad takes crappy pictures indoors, doesn't it? I'm quite pleased with the fit (there's a zipper at the back left) which is good and snug, though one of the cushions is a little slack. If I'm being perfectly honest, I may not ever get to it. At this time, I can live with that thought.

I don't usually do floral, but I loved the colours on this, and the blend of textures (shiny, velvety, satiny by colour) and it's way prettier than what I have been using to prop up my head when I read in bed, so  even my bedroom has something new in the sewn home furnishings department, and if I could figure out while I'm at the store how much fabric I really need for curtains, but more importantly, where on earth to find a curtain rod that will span fifteen feet, I would have matching curtains. Except for the one small fact that these pillows represent the end of the bolt.

 Still, with the power vested in me by the interwebs and my various computing devices, I'm pretty sure I could find some more if I put my mind to it.

Meanwhile I've been preparing for Tuesday's class.

 And started another upholstery project.

 At first I thought I'd do the same thing as for the sofa (essentially a slipcover), but it turns out that the feet unscrew, and I'm not averse to the use of the staple gun, so this might in fact be Real Upholstery.

The chair has faded horribly. You can see the original darker green of the cushion on the floor behind the chair which is now an insipid dead algae colour.

 Change is good, right? Extreme change is extremely good, right?

Two branches of the same store have two patterns with the same colours, and I bought lots because more is better and I'll need to look for another piece of ottoman-sized wood because I'll have to do something with all the left-overs.

I think I hope I'll stop obsessing about home decor because even though covering furniture with not terribly pricey fabric isn't bankrupting me, I have all sorts of stash for all sorts of other projects ALREADY IN MY HOUSE, and I really should be attending to that.

Once the chair and the ottoman and a few throw pillows (lots of leftovers projected) are done. Did I mention I'd need a new sofa to match the new fabric? The old one is a remnant of the division of jointly acquired furniture from the divorce lo these many years ago and I never liked it anyway, so I slip-covered it in fabric that made it bearable, but now I've reached my limit on grubenschnitzel, baby, and it's time for a new one in the not-too-distant future.

And now it's time for me to catch up to the rest of the world with Breaking Bad. I'm only on the first season.