Well, actually it might even be more like five or six…
Years ago my mother gave some chairs to an upholsterer, the wonderful Paul McGlade in Mount Waverley.
I wandered into the shop with her and became fixated on the fabrics. I mentioned that I would love to learn upholstery and Paul, the kindest man with obviously no idea what he was getting himself in for, said that I could fix up mum’s chairs and learn.
I stripped back the chairs, redid all the springs and padding, up until the point where I was trying to get mum to decide on a fabric…
…and I moved overseas.
So I returned, called Paul to find that the poor darling had been storing them for years in his shop… and yesterday I finally finished the first two.
…and here they are.
I haven’t asked ma whether or not they were worth the wait.