I try really hard to resist my attraction to miniature things. When I start to waver and covet something tiny I tell myself firmly that unless I have finally become that crazy old lady with 14 cats (not beyond the boundsof reckoning, by the way) miniature replicas of everyday things belong in dolls’ houses and nowhere else.
This chair, though, is testing me.
Not only is it quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen (a resting spot for slightly sozzled fairies?) as well as simple to make and an exercise in re-purposing (which is so right now) but I also need to open a bottle of champagne to make it. Could this be the elusive perfect craft I’ve been seeking? It has to come close.