Yes, that's right the 's' word.
We have had the same lounge suite, since we have been married. Previous to that it belonged to my parents, and so I figured out recently that it has to be at least 20 years old. The leather on the seats has crazed and had worn through in some places. Jack and Sam had made a new game out of picking little pieces of foam to throw at one another. So in an effort to try and save our lounge for this next short season of our lives in Melbourne, I took on the challenge of sewing. Today I began to make covers for the cushions on our lounge.
As you can see below, injuries did occur...(and required a new sewing machine needle). The battle continued, and it was touch and go there for a while...
Until there was a breakthrough, which created this new stripey cover, putting an end to foam flicking fights. There is now also the added bonus, of me feeling like I can invite visitors over, and offer them a reasonable seat.
And in the end, the machine and I have come to an understanding, a kind of mutual respect: until the next time.
Ahh, the taste of victory is sweet!
