My Little Footstool

I’m getting old, and with age come the aches and pains of old joints. So you learn to adapt the environment to make it more comfortable.

I have a beautiful wing back chair that I love. It has a high back so I can rest my head, and when I nod off, the wing is a comfortable cushion.

The chair came with a large ottoman, its height the same as the seat cushion. Not so good. It just seemed too high, causing some hyper extension in my bad knee.

I mentioned this to a friend, same one who directed me to magnet therapy, and she came up with a solution.

One day she dropped by with this small wooden footstool, with a woven wicker like top. It was cute, but my immediate thought was that it was too low. Not a problem, she brought a green cushion to place on it, and it raised the height to make it more comfortable.

I gave it a try, and it worked. I liked that it was smaller, as I have a table for my laptop I’m forever pulling close or pushing away and it was much easier than dealing with the matching ottoman.

The only problem was every time I moved my feet; the pillow shifted and eventually fell off. So, I came up with a plan.

Using some green wool left over from another project, (a two-for, right?) I crocheted a large square to fit the top, had it extend down over the sides where it tied at each leg. Using some green fabric I made a cushion to fit underneath. This covering was not going to shift and it looks much better than the over-sized pillow.

My sofa is green, so the pillow she gave me fit right in.

I love this friend, but, sometimes I wonder if her solutions to my problems are not a way for her to clear her place of unwanted clutter.

Like the box she gave me for my $5 savings plan. See http://moonrisemusing.blogspot.ca/2014/06/five-bucks-five-bucks-five-bucks.html

I need to watch what I say around her. Her place is a lot bigger than mine, and she has a lot of stuff that somehow easily finds its way into mine.