Yes, OK, I don’t do languid much, being a person more on my feet than off them, on the whole.
But I like alliteration, and my sofa, or lounge, is the subject of this post. It’s 10 years old. It’s seen a lot of life and a lot of change. It’s held up nicely, and the cushions come up beautifully every time I wash them. Thank you, Ikea. But the pillows that came with this lovely thing are now, well, tragic is too strong, but they’re sad, floppy, shapeless and incapable of doing a job of supporting one’s back. Which is the point of pillows, isn’t it?
I’m currently groping around for distracting activities. Sewing is high on the list as it doesn’t involve much hobbling on my painful hip. And I’m fed up with those flabby pillows. So it’s time to act!
I have everything I need: fabrics, batting, lining, backing, zips. Away we go.