Sunday, April 19, 2015
How I came to make this pouf now is a long story. Briefly, a couple of months ago I walked around my sewing room making a list of things that I needed to deal with—piles of clutter, old projects, etc. The cylindrical basket went onto the list. Every few weeks, I would choose an item at random from the list and deal with it. The many-square Trip Around the World quilt that I'm working on now is one such project. I wanted a break from that project, so I chose another one at random. The choice was the basket of upholstery strips. I chose again. Randomly, the basket came up again. (My list is in an Excel spreadsheet, and I use the random number generator to sort the list. The first entry after a new sort is the choice.) I chose a third time, and the result was something else that I didn't want to work on either. So I decided to search the internet to find a pattern to make exactly this pouf, which is more or less what I had in mind originally. The pattern was easy to cut and sew, and the pouf is stuffed with all kinds of otherwise useless fabric that people give me because they think I can make a quilt with it.
I went back to Zimman's last year to get the sofa reupholstered that Andrew had had reupholstered for us all those years ago. I found out he had moved to Los Angeles and that he had died. He was only 59 years old when he died in 2007. He had a wife and kids, and he was from Chelsea, Massachusetts. That's all I know. RIP Andrew. I miss you.