As is usual, it's always more difficult to execute something than it looks. The "Pouff" is home. It has one red pin still left in it, the last stitch to be secured, but here are the pictures. It's also difficult to photograph silk.
A project like this takes an entire village. I did not do this alone. From the zany get-go Irenka was with me in purchasing the fabric and trim which necessitated several trips to Hamilton and the famous 'Ottawa Street' fabric mile. From the days spent redesigning the entire project after the woodcutter refused to put a hole in the original cheese-box. To Grace and Janice who always were sympathetic and kept up the laughter no-matter-what. To Krystina for her understanding and enthusiasm...HEY ARTHUR! To all the others who inspired and commiserated. To Evelyn the real hero, who, although never having done anything like this in her entire career, kept the faith and insisted it could be done. The Professor says he is NEVER putting his feet on this. This is for Zoë and although it won't go to Belgium, it will stay at Grandmaman's house and await her first little attempts to climb aboard. While you can't tell from the pictures, it is quite a large piece, just perfect for a little girl to conquer and contemplate. I guess this is what makes it all worthwhile. Thanks to everyone involved.