I love my stool

My new stool arrived the day after I ordered it, deep joy. I whipped it together in under 5 minutes the read the instructions on how to "activate" the gas lift.... bounce up and down on the stool. OK, I can do that, not quite as easily as a tall person but I can definitely do that. So I start bouncing, nothing, I try using my hands to pump it, nothing, I turn it upside down and try pumping the base, I hold the base with my hands and lean into it and use my chest to bounce it.... for an HOUR! Nothing, I decide it is broken and ring up customer services..

Me "I can't activate the gas lift on this stool, it must be broken"
CS girl "have you taken the cap off madam?"
Me "What cap?"
CS Girl "the one underneath, the red cap"
I turn the stool over,
Me "nope no cap here"
CS Girl "well sometimes it just takes a while to get going, maybe try again"

Another hour later, I have tried it right way, wrong way, upside down, back to front and inside out. I shudder to think what the neighbours think I 'm doing and to make matters worse I now have the worst song in the world in my head "we had it in the kitchen, we had it in the hall, we had it in the bedroom and we hung it on the wall!!! I don't know who sang it or the actual lyrics but I despise that song, I think I might cry.

My earlier enthusiasm and joy has definitely waned, now I am scarlet, puffed out and pissed off. Another call to customer services..


Me "I can't activate the gas lift on this stool, it must be broken"
CS girl "have you taken the cap off madam?"
Me "There is no cap"
CS Girl "the one underneath, the red cap"
Me - about to blow - "there. is. no. red. cap."
CS Girl "Have you removed the seat to check?"
Me "Removed the seat? Really???"

I remove the seat, I flip the tiny red plastic cap off the top of the gas mechanism, I screw the seat back, I collapse heavily onto the stool exhausted...as if by magic the stool slowly starts to rise.

Once the stool was installed and adjusted in the shed I managed a couple of sessions of making beads. The first day I thought I had only been out there an hour or so but it turned out to be four hours, what a difference a good seat makes. I had been hoping to make lots more beads but sadly my see-sawing iunder/over thyroid  thinks otherwise. Anyhoo here are some pretty shiny purple and ivory beads that I made on that first session.


ivory lampwork beads with purple cased silver foil, twisted and pressed.