Every time I go into the foam shop in Claremont, my eye is drawn to the ancient little stool that is kept at one of the sewing machine tables.
It looks so shabby and tired, as if it has tried really hard over the years to earn its keep!
I asked if I could borrow it for a couple of days to show someone I knew who works with wood, because I wanted my own version. Long to short, Gerrie made me a beautiful stool out of reclaimed wood, which I collected on Saturday at the Hope Street market.
It isn’t as A-frame as the old one, and the top is slightly bigger – which I think is a good thing (from a comfort point of view). I can’t decide whether to leave the wood as it is or to give it a weathered look. I also can’t decide where it is going to live, so for now it’s in the lounge and gets moved around every couple of hours. Such a silly, simple thing – but it makes me happy.
To be continued…
Gee Jill, you really are having a medical week!!
Lol! Love the title :D
Nice stool. I have a thing about old stools. Not that I have any… Yet! Do you think it might possibly need a crocheted cover/cushion for even more comfort?? Lots of those on Pinterest, very popular just now.
Indeedy. Am about to post some pics of the very thing! :-)
By the way, how is your lip today?
Almost better. Lip/mouth things seem to heal quite quickly thankfully and no more accidents last night. How’s the toe/foot? Any more glorious colours developed today? It amazes me the colours you can get with bruising!
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