See that pretty piece of fabric clinging to the back, almost like it was made to go there? Almost as if I had crawled around on my hands and knees with a disappearing-ink marker, painstakingly tracing each piece of old fabric I'd pulled off the frame, painstakingly cut them out, and painstakingly sewed them together? See how it sits perfectly in the divot between the cushions? It's almost like the fabric was edge-stitched, then gathered by hand, then sewed together with a strip of bias tape on the back, and then the bias tape was threaded with twine, and then the twine was pulled taut and stapled at each end!
(Oh the many sleights-of-hand involved in making a couch, none of which will ever be properly venerated!)
I've already cut and sewed together the pieces that fit over the arms, too. And they do just that: they fit. You should've seen the hyper fit of a happy dance that ensued in my kitchen last night, after the trepedation was vanquished by sweet success.
Things are coming together. Things are fitting together. This is the part of the project where I'll probably get over-confident and wreck something... but until then, this is actually fun!