It is finished, I pulled the trigger, I stepped off the edge, I took the plunge, I bit the bullet. For awhile I was stuck in a round-a-bout wondering which way to go? Then I got dizzy, puked, passed out and made a sharp right. I awoke fresh with a clear head, put the pedal to the metal and now I'm headed down a long black strip of highway leading to my final destination. I'm not going back.
I became the fabric coordinator extraordinaire, but only after I made four trips back and forth from my house to Discovery Furniture to make certain that this bit of fabric would take the beauty of my house, bask in the glow of wonderful that is the old house without burning, scorching or causing a stench in the room that it will reside.