I bought this floor pillow during the great Ikea trip of '07. The only covers they had were of dubious worth, and James chimed in for the orange one, so that's what we ended up with.
After the move, the pillow ended up in Edie's room, and I've been snoozing on it periodically ever since. Every time I do, I think how ugly the orange is, and how I need to recover it. And then it's like . . . because I've closed my eyes and am trying to tread the line between fast asleep/making sure Edie doesn't lick the outlets.
Anyway, in a move no more amazing to anyone else as it was to me, I actually did it. I bought this felt after our move, with the intention of doing something with it, and something I did.
It took under a half hour, and was one of those projects where after I finish I'm like, why did that take me so long to actually do?