Wherein I may bite off more than I can chew because I’m stubborn sometimes

Did I mention we’ve finally got the central heating installed in Neil’s grandmother’s house? That it broke after a week and the plumber came back to fix it yesterday night?

Not that we’ve moved in yet or anything; the room that is to be the area known as LIVING IN SIN HQ still has an old fireplace lying on its face on the floor, which has had its carpet ripped up and I’m thinking we should do polished floorboards and a large rug because I’m so sensitive to dust. Also, every dust sheet / cloth / basically old curtains seems to have taken up residence in that room, and Neil wants to do something funky with the fireplace that needs to be bricked up because he found the original sandstone lintel.

Then we also need to furnish the room. There’s a store in Glasgow that has some mighty fine stuff, but we don’t really want to afford it unless they’re on sale, and they were on sale a month ago, and we haven’t been back since. So by the time we clean the room up it may be too late.

Then there are these chairs in the centre of the room, which are the main subject of this post. They were his gran’s, and he really wanted to keep one of them. I wanted to keep the other two. The thing is, they are upholstered in this very tired brown velvet burn out fabric, and need new coverings.

Most clever people would look up soft furnishings or upholsterers in the phone book. I’ve asked Craftster what to do. As if I’ve got the ability to re-upholster three armchairs myself. However, the first tip there says there’s no sewing involved, so maybe I can inspire Neil to visit Mandors or Remnant Kings to pick some suitable fabrics and we can DIY the chairs to our own specifications and be mega proud of ourselves. It would, indeed, be fucking brilliant.

• 24 Apr 2007

• Thinking