unday. Somehow for me the very name of that day conjures up pancake breakfasts, reading the paper in bed, long lazy naps while sunlight streams through the windows of a beach cottage I cannot possibly afford. The reality is often rude awakenings, hastily prepared bagels, the mad rush to make it to church on time, the deflated sense that no matter how early you got up somehow half the day gets wasted before it even starts. Screw that, I thought. At least I’ll make some progress on this chair.
My basement shop leaves much to be desired (namely space, lighting, space, organization, and… oh, a little more space please), so the kitchen would have to do. It’s well lit, spacious and close to the food.
First task is removing the four screws holding the back support on.
Then, on to the three (one missing) bolts for the seat.
I made a point to label the top of the back support in case I forget and something doesn’t fit right.
When my kids were just babies, Gerber started putting their baby food into these awesome little containers. I salvaged dozens of them out of the recycling bin, washed them up and stored them away for later use.
They’re ideal for small projects like this. Easily identifiable, stackable and reuseable.
Minimalist chair or pricey sculpture? I’ll call MoMA tomorrow and see if they’re buying.
I removed the screw handle from beneath the chair (can’t stand looking at that naked bolt on the back of the seat).
Either I’ll use it on the back of the chair or find something that works better with the color scheme I/she want. Now, off to the hell that is… THE FABRIC STORE!