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?
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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.
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