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…