Last night I considered reupholstering my sofa, as in, trying to do it myself. I spent the evening online scrolling through fabric samples, placing five in my cart, and then reassessing my thought process.
That’s the problem with a new year and resolutions. I think I can actually do things I’ve never done. I’m just going to stick with the usual “get-in-shape” and “paint-the-music-room” goals. They’ve been on my list for two years, so maybe this will be the magical one. Or not.
