A small update

On V2 of the chair...yesterday I got up to putting the ply-grip on the back, and the teacher, in his infinite wisdom, suggested that I should hand-stitch the back, rather than use ply-grip, because the fabric is somewhat thinner than regular upholstery fabric.


I must admit, Gentle Readers, to a slight amount of annoyance with the vendor of said fabric, who clearly had the words 'home dec' in her description of said fabric at the online shop.  To me, and probably to most people, 'home dec' implies that the fabric is a heavier weight than normal quilting cotton.  Here in Aus it's also known as Upholstery fabric, and although I was a bit surprised to find the pattern in mid-weight fabric, it isn't entirely unheard of... but, it wasn't.  It's just ordinary quilting weight.  And so, I'm stuck with hand-stitching both sides of the Outside Back of the chair.


And so, I have brought it home to do today, to make sure I'm not too far behind when I take it back to School on Thursday.  Some pics:


The front

More spikes than an echidna:

 The corners, nice & square:

And tonight, when I've finished putting holes in my fingers, I will show you a picture of the finished back.  All that's left after that is to do the calico at the bottom to tidy it up, and bam, it's finished.


Speaking of putting holes in fingers, Miss Natalie slipped and stabbed herself in the hand with a sharpened screwdriver, which is what we use at Upholstery School to remove staples.  It was very deep and bled a lot, and she looked like she was going to faint, to me.  Brave soul, she carried on for the rest of the day looking like a blancmange.  Very very pale.


On the ruler case front, I moved the closure to the other side, causing some loud and varied swearing as I struggled to get the binding off, on again, off again, on again, unpicked & moved, trimmed, on again.  You get the picture.  Don't sew when you're tired, hey?  Once I get the handles on, I'll post a picture or two.  Honest.


In other news of unparalleled excitement, the gutter guard man came today to measure up our front gutters for their new covers:

We're also getting a quote for a water tank to go in the front, probably 2000 litres, that's 582 US Gallons or 439 Imperial Gallons.  There's already been some serious discourse in the Golightly household about whether or not we actually need the tank, but common sense will prevail (that's my view, in other words)... Mr Golightly went off to the office licking his wounds.

And now, Gentle Readers, I must away to the Chair, and start my stitching.  After my nap, I think :-).

Ciao!

News of a varied kind...

Gerald Gee, who was one of the nicest people I've never met, has passed away.  He was a follower of my blog, and his occasional witty comments always made me feel like somebody was reading this stuff.  He often had film clips of beautiful singers from the 1930s and 1940s, and he had witty little cartoons, paintings he'd done on his Wacom tablet, and fabulous black & white photography showing a bygone era in London and the surrounding countryside.  




Here's one of my favourites from his website.  Vale Gerald.


In other, weirder news, we had a visit from a Bush Turkey.  Although I don't believe in ghosts, angels or devils, I sometimes wonder when Mother Nature pops visitors up in your garden after something like this happens... but I don't know that Gerald would like think his spirit was contained in a bush turkey!

I did a bit of sewing - currently I'm taking three rulers to school, one of which is a metre long - that's just over a yard - and it's a nuisance, as all three have to go into a hand which is also trying to carry my toolbox and inevitably, something of Natalie's.  We both abandoned the handbags after the first week (no lockers, nowhere to keep anything off the floor, any questions?) and are using backpacks, but she carries a coffee keep-cup in the mornings & doesn't have a free hand, and I do, so... 


Anyway, I made a wrap-y thing to put them in.  It works a bit like a knitting needle roll:

(pic courtesy of Sarah Kincheloe, from whom I have bought three knitting needle organisers) with the rulers sitting in the middle but poking out the ends, and Mr Golightly is madly trying to convince me that I should have made it the exact shape of the rulers... which would have been slightly ridiculous, as they are all different shapes & sizes, but I'm not entirely sure that I'm happy with it.  Pictures when I am...

In happy news, it's Miss Mandy's birthday today, Happy Birthday MM!  I made these for her (and can finally show you!):

A little bit like the bush turkey, but not too much - this little guy is completely filled with stinky lavender!  And I made another beautiful treasury of vintage shoes and bags, which I will put up today.  Of course you can always go to Etsy & have a look at all of them in one place, in case you feel completely deprived by missing one or two...


The child's chair is progressing well (which is a good thing, considering we're supposed to finish it tomorrow!), and I made the seat border & seat back piping & attached it to the respective pieces yesterday - tomorrow I have to:


Put the calico on the seat
Put the seat fabric on
Put the seat border on
Backtack the seat border
Finish underneath the seat border
Attach the outside back at the top
Backtack the outside back at the top
Attach the piping down the sides
Attach the Ply-Grip down the sides
Attach the Dacron to the outside back
Pin the back to the piping
Attach the outside back one side at a time
Finish the bottom of the outside back
Put calico on the bottom of the chair.


Not so much, really.  I've got 8 hours.  I'll be fine.


And that, Gentle Readers, is it for me.  I can feel the lure of the television, and as I've only had five hours of naps this weekend, an early night.  Ciao!

Operation Dinner Out

On Saturday night, after a day's hard labour (well, Mr Golightly laboured, I played a bit of scrabble, had a huge nap and fluffed about comparing fabric colours with MGF Kaz), we were lucky enough to go out to dinner to continue the Wedding Anniversary celebrations...

Amuse Bouche - just to get us started - salmon roe, salmon sashimi, green tea mousse, in a pea pod

Is it possible to do too much celebrating?  I don't mean 'drink too much', or 'eat too much', I mean "celebrate too many times", I spose... Anyway, we didn't really overdo it, we behaved quite sedately, we played nicely with others (the party of older ladies at the next table with two token men (one was obviously Dad, and the other was obviously Uncle Bill, or Uncle Merv, you know) and two little kids, who were impeccably behaved), we didn't eat with our fingers, or leave the table to be sick... why am I telling you this?  

Mr Golightly's entree (starter) - duck liver pate


Here's the story.  There was a table of four directly opposite me.  Four nicely dressed people, two men, two women.  The girls were dressed in that nice middle class way (I mean, not like hookers, not like they live in those suburbs where it's de rigueur to look like you rob banks for a living), in frocks, and one even had nice smoky grey pantyhose/tights on with her frock - but she was the one so pissed she could hardly keep her eyes open.

Karol's entree (starter) - Duck ravioli


I don't get it - why would you come to a hatted fine dining restaurant so maggotted that you can barely get the food into your mouth?  It was like watching a train wreck - horrible, but you can't tear your eyes away.  At one point she started to hiccup, and I thought, "oh yes, now we're going to see the whole thing land on the table", but she kept it together, and lurched off to the bathroom.  Eight times.  The next best one was watching her get the food into her mouth - very difficult, apparently.

A little kingfish sashimi to help us on our way


Anyway, the food was enough incentive to drag our eyes away - fantastic, beautiful to look at, and magnificent flavours...

Karol's main - rack of lamb with peas & bacon

Mr Golightly & Uncle Az both had the steak.  Ug.

My entree/starter - sugar cured coral trout with peas - beautiful!

My main - mushroom, spinach and gorgonzola tortellini.  Devine.


Anyway, the young man who'd brought the poor unfortunate out for dinner didn't seem to be too concerned about her, but they left very quickly.  What a waste!


And now, Gentle Readers, after a real day of labour yesterday, (Thanks Deb!), I am off into town for some socialising, then a trip to the Post Office to make sure Miss Mandy's birthday gifts arrive in time, then home to finish the washing.  Ah, the glamour!


Ciao!

Ho rifinito

Yes, Gentle Readers, the bloody chair is finished.  And in the grand tradition of making somebody work on something until they are truly sick of it, we immediately had to start on the second attempt, putting all the knowledge we acquired on the first one to work.  God, who took the notes?  Not me.  I took a few crap photos as I went along:


How useless was this one?

Not quite as useless as this one:

Or this one:

or my personal favourite, where the only thing I've managed to focus on was Brad's bum:

peeking round the corner of the chair!

However, it all came out in the wash:  

and underneath:

All nice & tidy.  MGF Kaz has bought the chair from me, which is good, because I never want to see it again.


I started the next one today, using this:

which is surprisingly difficult to line up - the pattern repeat is a long way apart and the birdcage bottoms are not aligned, but I think I've got it now.  I'm up to putting the first of three lots of foam on the seat, and I'm confident I'll get it finished next Monday.  My respect for upholsterers rises to new levels.

The weekend in the Green and Pleasant Land was very relaxing... they haven't had any rain for three weeks, so things are not so Green, but it was still fabulously restful:

And in here, I spotted something:

What a little cutie, hey?

And now, Gentle Readers, I must away to the shower, coffee with MBF is calling, and the dishwasher needs emptying.  Can't do that in my pyjamas, can I?  Hah!

Progress Part II

Made birthday things for Miss Mandy but can't show them here as she reads this!  Once the birthday is over, I promise purple photographs.


Chair coming along nicely, but disappointingly not finished today due to my overwhelming desire to make sure the slip-stitching along the edge is invisible.  Which meant, I had to pull it out five (yep, count them, not one, not two, not three, not four but FIVE) times before I was happy with it, and even now there's a couple of spots I'm not sure of.


My fingers are very sore.


We're off to Hunter Valley tomorrow for a weekend of R&R & mowing, if Mr G ever gets home from work to pack his clothes, although he probably thinks I'm going to do it for him because I get home earlier than he does.  Ha.  


I've been playing scrabble online with My Lovely Ma & MGF Dawn, and losing badly.   Little old ladies have no scrabble-scruples.


There is other news, but I need to go & drag the suitcase out of the roof, apparently, so more on our return from the Green & Pleasant Land!


Ciao!

Very funny, Blogger...

I didn't notice, Gentle Readers, that my post from yesterday, when I came home all full of enthusiasm and dust, was full of HTML, until this afternoon when I was waiting for MBF & Master H in one of the few decent bookshops on the mid-Northern Beaches (which is closing down, for shame [but which isn't part of the A&R or Borders chain], because the owners are retiring and didn't even try to sell it as a going concern...), and my back started to ache, so I went and sat on The Bench to wait for them.  As I do from time to time, I thought I'd look for updates from my favourite blogs, and as usual, I get to them via my own blog, because of course they're all gathered there for convenience.  Mine, of course.  It's just very handy for you as well, because I know that some of you go straight from me to Mrs Pudding, for example, and that's fine... 


Anyway, long story short... I was doing this on my phone (so geeky) and what do I see but a mess of HTML... I assumed it was because there was some issue with the phone, but now that I'm home, having had a drink & two aspirin, lying on the bed & wishing I felt better, that I have discovered that the whole post went up in HTML, and none of the photos made it, either.  Gah.

Anyway, I couldn't bear to do it all again, so here's a precis:


Madam Late arrived at 8.50 on Thursday & didn't arrive at all on Friday...
Mr Smelly didn't arrive at all on Thursday, arrived late on Friday, stayed for 2 hours then nicked off without letting the teacher know he was leaving (not really an attendance thing, more a courtesy thing)...
Miss Sulky actually picked up a broom but only managed to wave it round her own workbench, she didn't quite get to the rest of the floor, but that is some progress...
Miss Badhair left early so she could go to the beautician.  Guess that's better than Zumba, which was last week's excuse for leaving early.... such dedication
Poor B put his inside back cover on the wrong way round & had to start again... 
The rest of us are perfect, but you knew that already.


Chair is coming on:

And tomorrow is our wedding anniversary (18, to be precise).  Incredible really.   Mr Golightly sent me these yesterday, saying Happy 18th & here's to another 80.  I don't really want to still be going at 375 years + 80, but I guess we'll see.

That's it.  I'm having a rest now, before we go out tonight with OWP & KWP to our favourite Italian, where Mr Golightly & I have been dining since before we were married.  Yum.  


Have a great weekend, Gentle Readers, and watch out for that HTML monster!


Ciao!


PS I bought a scrabble dictionary.  Watch out!

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