It would appear that I have gone and upholstered a chair!
Remember this chap - mud encrusted, torn, worn, squashed and unloved; found at the tip.
We last left him like this - naked, or so we thought...
I decided to strip him off completely before...
gradually clothing him again in new hessian, garden twine (only green jute twine available out here in the South Atlantic)
under felt (that's an actual upholstery thing apparently)
two kinds of foam
zillions of staples
and more hessian.
Then I started fitting his Sunday Best.
I tweaked and fiddled,
stapled and stitched...
as if by magic,
An actual and real squashy, stripey and oh so hansom chair appeared.
All thanks to this lovely lady, my teacher and mentor, my moral supporter and guide. The wonderful Wanda.
Then I put on his rain coat ready for the long journey ahead.
We'll see each other again in England in September.