When I went to Sweden to visit my mum, I took some old t-shirts with me. They were t-shirts I loved but that I had decided as a 26 year old, I could no longer wear. There’s a fact I think a great swathe of womankind is missing by the way and it’s that you can’t dress like a student your whole life. Cutesie New Look logo tees don’t look cutesy when your face says “I’ve worked in Recruitment for six years” and trainers are for jogging. End of.
So what did I decide to do with these t-shirts I could no longer wear? There was no point keeping them in my wardrobe. My mum, as I’ve probably already said, is what can only be described as a fabric ninja and I took it upon myself to assume that my Mumsie dearest would help me turn my t-shirts in to cushions. She loves that kind of thing.
Mummy had visions of finally teaching me to sew but when it finally got down to it, she conceded that it was just asking from trouble and did the cushion-making portion of the task herself. Mummy gets an A* for perfect workmanship, as usual.
I was in charge of customisation. I used this lovely blog post to make a few fabric flowers. With my immense lack of basic skill, I probably made them wrong because they took me friggin’ ages. I think they look alright though.
I then sewed about a million buttons on each cushion.
Once I’d got home from Sweden, I bought some dirt cheap cushions from Ikea and callously tore them open, stole their innards and discarded them. I probably overfilled my cushions but I wanted them to last a really long time.
And here’s what they looked like when they were finished. I think they look pretty good – better than I ever looked wearing them.