See hubby. See hubby sew. Sew, hubby, sew. Sew, sew, sew.
Hubby’s manager is on sabbatical but comes back on Monday. They have this tradition at his work where people decorate the returning person’s office. The theme for this guy’s office is “Pimp My Office”, like that cable TV show, “Pimp My Ride”. Of course, since they’re a HUGE company with 4,000+ employees and terribly PC and all, they have to call it something else, but that’s what it is.
Anyhow, hubby is in charge of the chair. He checked out said boss-man’s chair and discovered that it was almost exactly the same as ours at home, so he used ours as the model and made, as you can see, leopard print covers.
I was really stressed out about it last night when I came home from the PTA board meeting b/c he wanted my help. I’d told him that I couldn’t help him b/c I was up to my eyeballs in the boutique. Really, I had told him that at least twice. All the same, when I came home, he had the sewing machine all set up and was waiting for me to get home to help him.
I proceeded to snap at him and eat a big bowl of slightly stale Apple Jacks (generic, no less). Very mature 41-year-old, yes? He just stood there while I ate, looking at me with those big brown eyes. What could I do? I caved. Terrified that I’d end up doing the whole thing, I said I’d help him. (Later, he confessed that he knew that if he stood there long enough I’d eventually cave in.)
I should have remembered that when hubby says “help”, he really does just mean “help”, not “do it for me.” I should have remembered how smart hubby is and known that he’d pick it up easily. Once I showed him what to do, he was practically pushing me out of the way so he could do it himself. He really did do it all: measured, made the templates, cut it out, pressed the edges back, sewed the “cheater’s casing”, threaded through the elastic, made one piece smaller b/c it was too big. He even did one of the arm-rests over completely b/c he didn’t think it turned out right the first time!
He said that after watching Grandma sew for “hundreds of times”, he wanted to try it himself. A little while after he started the actual sewing, he laughed and asked me to take some pictures and some videos b/c “The guys at work will never believe I really did this!”
I think he did a great job, yes? I had to stay up for most of it to be available if he had questions, but I did get to knit (and do laundry) while he was working on it, so it all worked out.
Well, tomorrow’s the big day. I did a “dry run” of my setup yesterday. Here’s how it looks in my laundry room, sans the tablecloth. I was going to use my nice Christmas one, but since I’m going to have to duct tape down the displays, I’m using my striped vinyl one instead.
