There comes a time when a girl has to look herself in the mirror and be honest with about the person she sees looking back at her. Today I did that. I've admitted to myself and now the whole world (or at least my 57 faithful follower's!) that I, Sue, am a ruffle addict. Yes, I am addicted to anything with a pretty little (preferably white)ruffle. I swear if my husband brought me a cockroach resting on a pretty ruffle, I'd probably think it was charming. Maybe not. But I think the show Intervention may be featuring me next week if that new OCD reality show doesn't nab me first. I am an obsessive compulsive ruffle collector. So, when my youngest son moved back home from college this summer dragging along this ugly armless chair that his cat had clawed to pieces, I debated whether or not to throw it on the side of the road or call my Seamstress Goddess, Carolyn. I guess you see I called her and she made me this adorable slipcover with....not one, but two beautiful ruffles! (I tried to get more ruffles out of her on the seat and around the edges, but she just gave me the evil eye.)This is Carolyn's first attempt at a large slipcover and I'd give her an A+! You can check out her blog at www.enhancedsewing.blogspot.com She doesn't have her slipcover's on her site yet as she is transitioning into a new sewing market. Look for many of our collaborations in the near future.She's loaned me her old sewing machine and given me a sewing lesson. I requested my first lesson be on ruffle making. I just got those evil eyes again! Please visit two great links this weeks for more fab decorating ideas: www.betweennapsontheporch.blogspot.com and www.southernhospitalityblog.com
Before: This picture was taken before my college son ever took the chair. Picture it stained, cat clawed, and ripped. After: pretty in white.