For months, I've been noticing that I've had to help out in Hubby's upholstery shop more often than usual. In more than a couple of blog posts, I've mentioned that things have been pretty hectic. And they haven't showed signs of slowing down. But today I came to a shocking realization.
Hubby's shop isn't busier...I am!
The reason that I'm helping out more in the shop is that I know a lot more about the upholstery biz than I used to.
Back when Hubby opened his shop, I swept the floors and handed Hubby his tools, like a nurse passes surgical instruments to a surgeon. Then it was on to loosening and/or tightening screws of car, truck and motorcycle seats. Soon, I worked my way up to ripping seams and dismantling the seats.
The one thing I refused to attempt was the sewing. Sure, I knew how to sew using my Grandmother's old Singer. But Hubby had a big, strong, industrial sewing machine that was extremely intimidating. I was afraid that I was going to step on the pedal too hard and end up sewing my fingers together.
After plenty of gentle pleading and cajoling, Hubby convinced me to start sewing. I began by sewing the straight lines for the car seats. Then I graduated to cushions. (I'm an expert. Really! Click here to see for yourself!) Now, I can sew an entire seat cover all by myself.
Then it came time to learn how to use the big guns. Staple gun, that is! I'm pretty handy with a staple gun, if I do say so myself. Have you seen my dining room chairs?
The only thing I haven't learned how to do is re-upholster couches. But that day will come. And when it does, Hubby just might have to change the shop's name from Tapicería "El Boy" to Tapiceria "El Boy y La Gringa"!