A work in progress ...
A chair belonging to the mother of my best friend sat in my garage for too many months. It was a restoration job that required immediate and urgent attention. Covers removed so long ago that I couldn't recall the date of the chair's deconstruction. Worn covers designed to act as templates for the new look chair. Tragically, enthusiasm didn't compensate for the requisite skills required for such an undertaking. Skills which I simply didn't have to restore the chair to its original state. Several visits to stores seeking the best products to complete the task were most frustrating. Rusted springs, sanded timber, wood stain, staple gun, scissors, clear lacquer and sponges combined in such a way as to further confuse the restoration efforts. Blog entry made whilst lacquer, top coat dried. Final challenge - reconstructing the actual seat, since its original felt base had disintegrated some time during the chair's historic life. Watch this space for the final chapter.
A chair belonging to the mother of my best friend sat in my garage for too many months. It was a restoration job that required immediate and urgent attention. Covers removed so long ago that I couldn't recall the date of the chair's deconstruction. Worn covers designed to act as templates for the new look chair. Tragically, enthusiasm didn't compensate for the requisite skills required for such an undertaking. Skills which I simply didn't have to restore the chair to its original state. Several visits to stores seeking the best products to complete the task were most frustrating. Rusted springs, sanded timber, wood stain, staple gun, scissors, clear lacquer and sponges combined in such a way as to further confuse the restoration efforts. Blog entry made whilst lacquer, top coat dried. Final challenge - reconstructing the actual seat, since its original felt base had disintegrated some time during the chair's historic life. Watch this space for the final chapter.
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