pink fluffy cloudy Art & Crafts
To show that the right side of my brain has not atrophied, nor have I been completely devoid of creativity, I will post this weekend's project (accomplished when not watching Casino Royale or hanging out at blythechild's work or being lectured on investment by Dad). I have only previously owned one couch. It was given to me by my previous boss RH and was collosally ugly and uncomfortable. We abandoned it on Saltspring Island (for complicated reasons). My apartment in North Saanich was semi-furnished and all hideous couches belonged to Susie. So I really needed a couch as well as a kitchen table. I managed to find an Arts & Crafts loveseat and a table on Queen St. Here's the settee (as Mom calls it):
Mom pointed out it looked a bit formal, but I like the turquoise flecked upholstery. The suggestion was some fun cushions. I bought one at the One of the Kind (from Prickly Pear, complete with screen printed deer). I commented that I could make my own cushions, but reynardin lectured me on the good karma of buying things from other crafty types. (She began teasing me when we saw a giant moose-head in a shop window, made of twigs, and I said, "I could do that!" ... well I could you know). To redeem myself after my I-could-do-that-claims and show that they are not idle assertions, here are the two cushions I made (combo of Smoking Lily raw silk screen-printed scraps and Sidney Thrift store fabrics). Note the lovely upholstery fabric in green and blues (which coincidentally match the couch) that is so well-woven that I used it as if it were reversible (and it cost me a whole $1 at the Thrift store). Note also how the couch and cushions both coincidentally match "Greatgrandfairy Eulalia Honeysuckle II" (thanks credjeep for sharing your extraordinary titling skills there).
This involved a great deal of stubbornness since they were manufactured with La Chanteuse, my high-strung $15 Singer antique sewing machine from the Montreal Sally Ann. My new motto: Craftiness and Perseverance!
BTW, I know they are just cushions, but they make me happy.
Edit: Also the post title comes from MotherII's description of her day bed. She has this antique wooden day bed- basically a bench with pillows on which she used to sleep. Most people would assume that sleeping on a hard bench would be difficult, but she assured us that with the pillows she made, it was all "pink fluffy cloudy", which was both barely believable and a surprising thing to hear from the least fluffy woman I've ever met.
Mom pointed out it looked a bit formal, but I like the turquoise flecked upholstery. The suggestion was some fun cushions. I bought one at the One of the Kind (from Prickly Pear, complete with screen printed deer). I commented that I could make my own cushions, but reynardin lectured me on the good karma of buying things from other crafty types. (She began teasing me when we saw a giant moose-head in a shop window, made of twigs, and I said, "I could do that!" ... well I could you know). To redeem myself after my I-could-do-that-claims and show that they are not idle assertions, here are the two cushions I made (combo of Smoking Lily raw silk screen-printed scraps and Sidney Thrift store fabrics). Note the lovely upholstery fabric in green and blues (which coincidentally match the couch) that is so well-woven that I used it as if it were reversible (and it cost me a whole $1 at the Thrift store). Note also how the couch and cushions both coincidentally match "Greatgrandfairy Eulalia Honeysuckle II" (thanks credjeep for sharing your extraordinary titling skills there).
This involved a great deal of stubbornness since they were manufactured with La Chanteuse, my high-strung $15 Singer antique sewing machine from the Montreal Sally Ann. My new motto: Craftiness and Perseverance!
BTW, I know they are just cushions, but they make me happy.
Edit: Also the post title comes from MotherII's description of her day bed. She has this antique wooden day bed- basically a bench with pillows on which she used to sleep. Most people would assume that sleeping on a hard bench would be difficult, but she assured us that with the pillows she made, it was all "pink fluffy cloudy", which was both barely believable and a surprising thing to hear from the least fluffy woman I've ever met.