Springtime Buffoonery
I've been doing some daydreaming about my fiber studio.
So to put my hands to something, we spent Mother's Day refinishing one of our shitty Ikea dining room chairs.
How does this relate? Our first real piece of furniture - the dining room table - was a Mother's Day/birthday gift a couple years ago. It inherited our shitty Ikea chairs from the apartment. They were already falling apart at this point, and this was before Evan was mobile. David keeps tossing around the idea of getting the Real Matching Chairs that go with our Real Adult Table, but the table was around $2,000, so you can imagine what the chairs are.
The Ikea chairs stayed.
And Evan tore them apart. But we still use them.
The wood is still good, and I can't justify throwing them out or burning them. (We don't even have the Real Chairs yet, but bear with me.) I suggested we keep the chairs, sand them down, stain and refinish them, and keep them for my fiber studio. If I ever become a Real Business, customers can hang out in my studio with me on these fine, exquisite chairs.
So to feel like I did something to further my goals, we took the one chair Evan actually snapped, brought it outside, and sanded all the paint and finish off of it. I wanted it to look like it was hand-hewn and kinda rough, so the sanding is uneven. We stained it to look like cherry wood instead of cheap-ass pine, and sealed with matte polyurethane.
Once everything dried, David reassembled the chair and glued what Evan broke and:
It doesn't work with the table in the slightest, but the others will end up looking the same, and they will all be adorned with wooly goodness in my future fiber studio. Can't you just picture a thick knitted blanket thrown over the backrest? Sigh.
Someday. And someday we'll have Real Adult Dining Chairs.
So to put my hands to something, we spent Mother's Day refinishing one of our shitty Ikea dining room chairs.
How does this relate? Our first real piece of furniture - the dining room table - was a Mother's Day/birthday gift a couple years ago. It inherited our shitty Ikea chairs from the apartment. They were already falling apart at this point, and this was before Evan was mobile. David keeps tossing around the idea of getting the Real Matching Chairs that go with our Real Adult Table, but the table was around $2,000, so you can imagine what the chairs are.
The Ikea chairs stayed.
And Evan tore them apart. But we still use them.
The wood is still good, and I can't justify throwing them out or burning them. (We don't even have the Real Chairs yet, but bear with me.) I suggested we keep the chairs, sand them down, stain and refinish them, and keep them for my fiber studio. If I ever become a Real Business, customers can hang out in my studio with me on these fine, exquisite chairs.
So to feel like I did something to further my goals, we took the one chair Evan actually snapped, brought it outside, and sanded all the paint and finish off of it. I wanted it to look like it was hand-hewn and kinda rough, so the sanding is uneven. We stained it to look like cherry wood instead of cheap-ass pine, and sealed with matte polyurethane.
Once everything dried, David reassembled the chair and glued what Evan broke and:
It doesn't work with the table in the slightest, but the others will end up looking the same, and they will all be adorned with wooly goodness in my future fiber studio. Can't you just picture a thick knitted blanket thrown over the backrest? Sigh.
Someday. And someday we'll have Real Adult Dining Chairs.
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