In July 2008 we left the house in the country for the last time. And moved to the wee house – the 500 square foot bungalow where we would spend five eighteen months before finally joyfully moving into the house on the Little Street. Just before we moved we took a truck full of furniture, 4 armchairs of the smallish sort and a couch to amazing upholstery guy – who at the time resided just outside Orangeville.
There was as you know absolutely no room in the wee house for 4 armchairs, no matter how diminutive, and certainly no room for a couch. So the furniture stayed with amazing upholstery guy. Flash forward a couple of years and I place a call to amazing upholstery guy only to find the number not in service. Ahhhh. I remember suddenly that he said he was thinking of moving – to the Kingston area. Searching memory banks and internet (what on earth did we do before the internet?) I came up with a relative in the Orangeville area. Thank god for distinctive last names. I found a brother who gave me a phone number. Eureka!
This past weekend the furniture came home. Most importantly my mother’s couch came home. All dressed in its new finery. In the week before the furniture arrived I would have been biting my nails if this was something I did. I remembered vaguely the fabric I had chosen almost three years ago. Sort of. I envisioned hating it. I envisioned having so moved past the choices I made.
Eureka again. Not so. I love it all and it fits just right as if it was all made to be here. Happy happy about that.

We have not seen the couch without a child reclining on it all week. No idea where they were when I snapped these pictures.
Sadly the picture also shows the trim painting that remains to be finished. All in good time.

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