Chair Reduction

My reputation spreads. A friend called and said she had saved this bar-stool from the curb.

She had the chair beside her garage for several days before I remembered to pick it up. Of course, while I procrastinated, the rains came. This picture is actually after I fixed it. The seat had become unglued. I glued and clamped the seat. My vision was a chair for my grandson, August. I sanded and sanded. The plan brewing in this crazy brain was to remove the seat and lazy Susan swivel, cut off the legs to make the chair seat about 12″ tall. When I took it apart, I decided that the chair looked top-heavy. I bought a larger wooden round to use as the swivel base. I cut out the largest part of the legs and attached them using brackets and screws. This still did not look right. I thought about bun feet, but they cost money (not in my plan) and they are too short. I went to my scrap wood pile and decided to create legs out of a 4×4 post. I cut the legs at an angle and attached them to the round.

Finally the chair began to look proportionally correct. Next I primed and painted it red. Here is the finished product.

Won’t August look cute twirling around and around in this chair? He won’t be able to move the chair around now because it is very heavy…sturdy.

 

They will be here in just 5 days!

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Kindergarten Revisited

I grew up in the small town of Friendswood, Texas. When my family moved there in 1954, the population sign read 911.  This was a Quaker community. Quakers are also called Friends–thus Friends-wood. We were not Quakers. My parents just found 25 acres that was for sale and that’s where we ended up. They sold off pieces of land to build a house, send us to school, and then to college. Therefore, my parents had the first subdivision in Friendswood.

My family attends the Church of Christ so we were real outcasts in Friendswood in 1954. When it was time for me to go to kindergarten, the only option was the Friends Church kindergarten. That was long before kindergarten was offered in the public school. So at the ripe old age of 5, I was sent to the Friends Church for kindergarten.

I give this long introduction so that I can tell you about my chair. Somehow my parents got the chair that I used. My brothers say that no one wanted the chair after I sat in it. I guess it was in the time out corner most of the time.  This chair has my name written on the bottom. It has been through a lot. My 2 children used it. It was used as a stool to reach things. It eventually ended up in the attic in Bridge City. When we moved back to Friendswood in 2008, the chair came with us. When I got ready to do something with it, there was a piece broken off. Here is what it looked like after I repaired it:

Now we have a grandson and he needed a chair. I sanded and primed it and painted. With the help of my daughter-in-law, Emily, on paint color, this is the finished product.

Now he has 2 chairs to go with the table I found in the trash earlier.

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