Re-upholstering my sofa, that is. I am almost embarrassed to say when I started this insane project. (And did I mention that I have zero re-upholstery experience and knowledge? I thought circular needles were for stitching people up, not sofas.) But yes, the beginning takes us back to the week before Thanksgiving. (Stupid, stupid, timing to rip a sofa apart. Especially if hosting the Thanksgiving meal for your in-laws for the first time). It's been five months. And that's as long as I don't count from the procuring of the sofa, which would be, gulp, a year ago.
This project goes in waves of excitement, determination, and pure DIY-will power. Quickly followed by frustration and repeatedly kicking the darn thing, which settles into a stage of ignoring it's existence. I then take a look at those pretty little white feet on it, and fall in love all over again. And we've got a life cycle.
But as I frequently mutter unconvincingly to myself, it will all be worth it in the end. I hope. At the very least, I will have learned something, surely. Even if it's just along the lines of, never start a major project before the holidays or while 5 months pregnant, or when you don't know what the heck you are doing.
Here is the sofa as it stands today:
Damon is there for moral support. (And I couldn't move a sleeping newborn just for a crappy photo!)
So I'm stapling and sewing away. And maybe in another five months or so, I will have it finished! (Ok, really hoping before then.)
Have you ever started a project that has taken forever to finish? Or have you been over your head or chosen crazy timing to delve into a massive undertaking?