I found these on the side of the road in all their red velvet ugliness and lugged them home, I had to make two trips and I remember being really nervous that someone else would take the others in the time I was gone.
Im pretty sure Toby nearly had a heart attack, they were pretty ugly (sorry there's no before photos, it was so long ago and pre blog but you can see a small area of red velvet on the back of one I hadn't finished in the second photo)
I told Toby he just had to trust me.
He did, but he was never too sure of my cow print choice.
I was so proud of my efforts with these chairs, making the pattern and sewing them up was time consuming and fiddly but I loved it. I hadn't sewn for so long and It took me straight back to my textile, design and fashion studies at tafe when I was 17.
I got a lot of flack over these chairs, Im not sure why people were so opposed to them, they looked great with the white floor, they were a pretty powerful statement in our small room I guess.
I didn't care though as I loved them, I still do but we no longer have the room for them so I put them on ebay.
They didn't sell...
"Gee what a surprise" everyone said.
So I stacked them up the back of the shed waiting for a time when we'd have room for them, then for some strange reason I re-listed them knowing full well they wouldn't sell again...
Someone else likes my cow-print chairs.
I have a bid.
Only problem is that now Im sad.
Have you ever sold anything then really regretted it latter?
I know its the right thing to do but Im going to miss my loud comfortable cow print chairs.