I did it! I did it! Why did I do it?

I don't want to leave the impression that I'm just some sort of bungling fool who goes full steam ahead with projects that I
A. have no business undertaking
B. have no interest in undertaking
C. have no ability to finish


I don't want you to think that, even though it's true.


In July, I decided that instead of having an ottoman made for the vast expanse of living room that has become Jack's racetrack, and dance floor, I would make slipcovers for a bunch of oversized flop pillows. Uh-huh. I'm not sure how this seemed like a good alternative, but I do seem to remember that money was involved. So I bought the pillows, and I bought some fabric, and 5 short months later I've finished them. 


Now I want you to say "hooray" in your least enthusiastic voice. That's how I felt yesterday putting in the final stitches. 

They don't really match anything in our house. Also, if they aren't stacked just so, and a Jack flops on them, he gets a face full of floor. Not awesome. If we have a daughter in the next few years,(no we're not pregnant) it will be a relief, because these will be relegated to her room, and I won't have to stare failure in the face every day. If we have another boy, I might have to donate them to a brothel. It is after all their natural habitat.