Our New Couch!

Ta Da! There she is. And now for a moment of silence for all of my life I lost sewing her.





For those of you who don't know, I have been working on making my apartment the most lovely and beautiful place I can since August. That included selling my old futon and getting a new couch. This is the new beauty I found on craigslist. One day I am planning on getting her recovered. I was thinking a neutral linen. But for now she is going to rock the fitted slipcover I have made.



A little close up... love the legs.



And now for a little story.

I learned a lot about myself while sewing this. While I was in the thick of it sewing my heart out and not sure how it was going to pull it off, I started to reminisce. I remembered when I was 7 years old ( I know that for a fact). I had been taking swimming lessons in the summertime and I had been a Red-Cross Level III. For those of you who dont know that meant I could swim a short distance on my stomach and back using arms and legs. Well I must have grown quite confident in my practices with my teacher, going across the short end of the pool because my aunt took me swimming with her first baby who was not quite a year old. While they were playing in the kiddie pool I went over to the big pool and walked over to where my class used to practice. It was in the shallow end but the deepest part of the shallow end. My teacher could walk easily in that area but I could not touch the bottom without going completely under the water. Well that day when my aunt wasn't looking I decided I was going to swim across the pool. I think I had told her I was going too, but she was a little occupied with her baby. She wasn't watching and I jumped in.

At first everything was OK. I was swimming, but when I got about a little less than half I started to get really tired and struggle. I remember thinking that I wasn't going to make it, and I also remember wondering where the life guard was. I went under a few times. I almost drowned that day but some how I made it back to the wall. I don't remember that part, perhaps someone helped me, or perhaps I remembered to float and kick. What I do remember is that afterwords I wondered how could I have been so silly, I almost died.

Well in the middle of sewing this slipcover I realized that my personality is that I think of something I want to do and decide that I CAN do that thing. And then I jump right in, sometimes into the deep end. I almost always struggle and then pull through wondering how it happened. That was how it was with this slipcover. For a while I thought I had wasted a ton of money that I couldn't spare and was going to end up with a nasty old couch covered with a blanket. Somehow it came together even though I didn't' know what I was doing.

Morale of the story, It can be done, but don't underestimate the difficulty level of such a large project. In some ways it was easier than expected and in some ways harder. I love the end result.