taking a risk

Risk seems to be in all our lives to one degree or another.

Goodness, we take risks just crossing the street or driving to the market.

If given a choice, I don't often choose risk.

But recently I "threw caution to the wind" and had a chair recovered.

It's hard for me to believe it's the first time I've done such a thing.

Before.

A friend passed on this chair to us years ago.

It's sturdy and comfortable and just doesn't wear out.

But it needed a facelift.

A drawback to the whole deal was finding fabric.

Decisions aren't easy for me.

So I took the Gardener with me to a small fabric shop with

 an underwhelming number of choices. 

I place more value on "manageable" than "overwhelming."

There was, of course, a huge sale.

I had gone earlier in the week and found some "likes."

Of course the Gardener didn't want to spend much time 

 so I hurried the choice (and prayed!)

And when the long roll of cloth came home with us …

the second guesses came along with it.

Depending on the light it could even look a tad dirty… 

Oh my.

Determined to be happy with it I called the the upholsterers to come.

And I loved that three generations rang the bell and came into the house,

from grandpa (paperwork) to father (mover of chair) to daughter in braces and braids (PR and smiles.)

A great team.