It’s been over 20 years since we bought a couch and two chairs at Ethan Allen. The couch is long-gone, but we still have the chairs, of which the swivel rocker has always been, and will forever be,“my” chair.
It sits by a southern window, where the Texas sun pours in, bleeding color and life out of its fibers. On the rare chilly days, it is my greatest pleasure to sit in sun. But better yet, on any given day, it’s where I stitch.
I’ve written before about mending my chair, so this is the latest installment of an ongoing saga. The two arms, which get the most abuse from sun and from the friction of my presence, needed some serious attention. So I patched one arm with leftover piecework from the table cloth project …
While the other arm got a log cabin block that I pieced some time back using cloth gifted by Deb Lacativa and others …
In the background, the other Ethan Allen chair and another fair linen that is my current project for St Liz. My stitching nest is rarely tidy, but there’s always a project or two close at hand … as are my pins and needles.
