Sigh. The hard part of cleaning the basement
isn't the hauling, it's the decision making.
A dozen or so chairs needing work.
These ones seem to be dancing, or mocking me,
can't decide which.
These, in my daughter's room, are repaired,
refinished, and ready to tie.
My eldest daughter wove the seat of the gray one.
Given the abundance of chairs already,
my latest find at the Take-it-or-Leave-it
can only be termed an indulgence:
Isn't she a beauty? See how the arms turn out?
And the back curves, too:
This is one comfortable rocker.
Only the seat needs replacing,
maybe with neckties woven tight.
Which is what I love to do.
Good thing I have a tremendously indulgent husband...