Phil is in the back room, mending the webbing on the wing chair.
That chair started out as brown fuzzy horsehair. Mom had it reupholstered in a white and floral nylon in the 60s. Then I got it slipcovered in cotton in the 80s. I suppose it is time for another covering, but I'll just trim the threads where the cats have shredded it, and carry on. It's pretty comfortable when the webbing holds. Not when it doesn't.
Had a modicum of (mostly pro bono) work today; back to the packing tomorrow.
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