Learn what happened when a professional upholsterer came on our course
Talk about self conscious. I’m supposed to be a professional and I seem to do everything wrong. I don’t do upholstery like this at all. I regulate through the scrim, this way feels like grooming a monkey. Surely I don’t need to mark out my stitches? And surely that’s a tight enough edge roll? What do you mean I have to unpick it and do it again?
By day three I have stabbed myself with a regulator so many times that I am applying plasters on top of plasters and wondering if my Tetanus jab is up to date. Everyone is lovely, but I’m keeping my head down, feeling not very professional at all.
By day five I have made the most perfect and beautiful seat possible. As I look at it I realise I am changed. I have learned.