Who actually finishes things?

Not me, I tell you. I had to throw in the towel on the chair makeover since despite the new fabric being exactly the same shape as the old, it would not go on the chair nicely. It is now sitting next to my computer desk, tempting my rabbit to eat it and me to hide it somewhere until I give up my original idea (a painted woods scene with windows to little dioramas inside the chair) and just get the thing recovered so I can sit in it.

In the meantime, I started yet another knitting project I may never finish, and bought 3 antique sewing machines. A mystery 50's? Home Mark, a Minnisota Model A and a Singer Model 27. The Minnisota will hopefully be going to a friend of mine, once it's decrusted and if I can find shuttles for it and figure out how it's supposed to come out of its cabinet. The Home Mark may become a jig saw, and the Model 27 will be left as a treadle and be used for things my fancy new Kenmore can't handle. All of them need a serious clean and major wood repair, but I'm looking forward to that.