There.I finished the living room manager bears' table. Everything is based upon their brown color. Dark brown directors' chairs w/ ecru canvas and their sweet, brown bear selves. Red table (because. just because. it is okay because of the topper!) with cream linen base cloth topped by brown and multi-colored crocheted coverlet. Tan lamp with brown suede lamp shade because this blends with the bears' brown color. It is rustic, quaint, odd, and just right with the riot of books and other fluff in the space. Somehow, the influx of fluff has been good for my Inner Perfectionist. No longer must anything/everything match, be buttoned down, toned down, tamped down, or otherwise stifled. It is all held in check by bookcases, walls, and doors in the same color. This is enough consistency to curtail the potential wildness.
For my next trick, I am cutting strips of the soft jersey fabric that I like to use in place of official compression products. Hubby has promised to help me with a specific pattern that mimics something I found online for ankles. The actual product has long bands that wrap around from two or three directions and, with hook & loop closures, form a tidy little package for the ankle. I want to do that with my super-soft fabric. I believe that I can get close to this pattern and that it will help with the swelling on all sides of my ankles. I have enjoyed so much relief from solidly built men's slippers I have been wearing that I forgot (oops!) that I still need to wrap my ankles. I need to progress from at-home footwear to public footwear, ya' know?
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)