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?