More holiday fun

They're talking about sex on the radio. In the middle of the day. What has the world come to? I am shocked and apalled, etc etc...

Anyways, there was a little bit of time to do other things apart from faffing about with that chair on my holiday, and of course everybody knows that there is a law against not buying fabric on holiday, so my mum and I went to the cloth shop and made some purchases.

I once again came away with mostly jersey, including this lovely patterned yellow one, which I made into a top within minutes of returning home from the expedition.

I very quickly had to note that for the wearing of this, I'm going to have to wait until I've regained my ...ahem... waiflike pre-pregnancy figure. Oh well.

I also got a small piece of this oh-so-cute bit of cotten. It's *so* sweet! I'm currently in the process of dithering over what to make with it. A bag, possibly.

Also on holiday, my [random relative] Nora, who's an officially designated artist, crazy woman and has since managed to have a baby (Congratulations!) without anybody noticing - the wonders of adoption - introduced me to needlefelting. It's remarkably easy, and though my first attempt is maybe a bit feeble, I'm rather pleased with it.

The rest of my holiday I spent bitching about how some of my African Violets still haven't managed to produce a single flower ever since I nicked the cuttings from my mum, just to return home and find them flowering. Here, for your unadulterated entertainment, is the proof:

Holiday project

Hello! I'm back! Isn't that exciting?

Well, not much happened around here for the last month or so, mostly because I was on holiday in Germany. And whilst they do have internet access there, they also tend to have nice weather, which makes it difficult to stay inside. I haven't been completely lazy, though. For years I'd been planning to upholster that armchair I got from my great gran yonks ago, and this time I finally did it. So, this

is what it looked like at the start. As you can see the stuffing is falling out in places.

So, I started off by taking the old fabric off...

...just to discover more layers of fabric.

And nails. Oh my god, the nails. I could have opened a nail shop. For anybody who likes to purchase bent rusty old nails without heads.

Anyways, this went on for a bit until I got to a layer of what seemed to be mostly dusty fluff

Initially I wanted to keep this, for softness reasons, but ended up taking it off and stuffing it into the arms instead.

I then covered the whole thing in a new clean, if a little ugly, layer of cotton, hoping that the next person to attempt changing the covers of this chair wouldn't have to go through 50 layers of old patchy fabric again:

...and then, finally put on new lovely sky blue corduroy (what else...)

So there!