One Tiny Sign I Did Something Right

I've got this chair. It's an office desk chair: comfy, adjustable, pretty good ergonomics. But because I tend to lean on my left elbow when mousing with my right hand, I wore out the vinyl covering on the left armrest, cracking and splitting it. I unscrewed and exchanged the left and right armrests so that after a while I wore out the other one, too. The chair looked awful, and jagged vinyl jabbed my forearms everytime I sat down. I couldn't find replacements online. I despaired.

Then my girls came home for Christmas. My daughter Robin sews things--some for personal use, some to sell at anime conventions--and had brought her sewing machine to work on a few projects over the holidays. She needed some favors from me and, quid pro quo, I asked one of her: re-cover my armrests. I left it up to Robin and her sister Laura to pick out an appropriate fabric, and they came up with this:


I tell you, it almost brought tears to my Daddy eyes to have raised children who know me so well. A few days later, Robin put the pedal to the metal to produce these:

Which are absolutely the coolest armrest covers anyone has created ever. Plus, we've got about half a yard of fabric left over. I'm thinking seat pillow.

Ha ha, I win.
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