A chair abandoned by former owners is rubbed with linseed oil. But first, old Mr. Joe scrapes off the black finish using broken glass carefully collected in alleys. My father takes him in a taxi to get stitches when the tool cuts him deeply between thumb and fingers. My mother covers the seat with her favorite color. The people die. The chair remains, a bit worn.
I inherited four beautiful chairs from my grandmother, two of which a dear friend was able to re-cane. The other two are sadly stored in the attic as she moved before being able to finish them. If it was the back, I'd have them in the house, but unfortunately it's the seat. Oh well, at least yours has a new lease on life even though it has some bruises from the former one. Bravo Joe!
Yes, chairs have a way of surviving one way or another! My dad inherited some ornate high-backed chairs from his mum recently and enjoyed repainting them and making them look as good as new again...
We often do not see chairs- they are just there but this one has a story and you've told it in words as well as visually- the broken cane back is just wonderful. Excellent job!!!!
April 18th, 2016
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