This One's for You Mom

Okay, so I was living in Michigan, wishing I had a chair in my bedroom for nursing, didn't have the money to buy said chair and then I experienced a chair miracle! I was washing my dishes one morning (you have to be doing good deeds in order for miracles to happen to you) and I looked out my window and my neighbor had a wingback chair in their garbage. I grabbed my ever-so-muscular 7 year old boy and made him come "help me". I just wanted someone else to look like an idiot with me. I carried that thing back to the house. It was in great shape. I even liked the orange fabric, but it had an ink stain on the side of it. So it sat like that in my bedroom for a year or so, then my mom, the excellent seamstress, came to visit. I put her to work. I had previously upholstered a couch and chair and due to tramatic injuries couldn't handle doing another piece. (I sewed my finger into the piping I was making.) My mother did a great job; better than I would have done, but she had to go before the skirt was attached. She even made all of the pieces for the skirt. I just had to attach them. Well that chair stayed that way with raw edges hanging down until last week. That muscular boy just turned 10, so you do the math. I finally finished it, because it graduated from the bedroom to the family room. I, and my mother are so proud. I need to paint the legs now, but that's a post for two years from now. I guess I just need unfinished things around me to give me purpose in life.