Tuesday, August 30, 2011

This old chair

Over the weekend I got to see a chair I've been hearing about lately: my Grampa's chair.

It's seen better days, obviously.  In some of them, Grampa was enjoying supper with my mum and sister and brothers and their mum, then setting his head down to rest after a long day; this was during the Depression, when it was hard for carpenters for find work.  I wonder too whether the brain tumor that cut his life short was beginning to grow then, sapping his energy.

Another thing I'm wondering: creamy paint? turquoise paint? a clear varnish to protect both parts of its history?

Not wondering: whether I will be doing this myself.  My Grampa almost certainly got the chair from his, so I think it's safer in the hands of a professional, don't you?

1 comment:

TexNan said...

I had a chest of drawers that belonged to the hub's grandparents refinished. It cost a lot more than I was comfortable spending at the time, but I've never regretted it. It's gorgeous and I didn't have to worry about farkling it up!

Whatever you decide, it'll be beautiful.