This chair came to me around the same time I sold this gorgeous china cabinet that I made over to a friend of mine. The same friend who brought me this chair. My grandma used to rock me in it she said. I think I want it painted she said.
No, you know what, I want it stained.
I don’t know.
What about fabric?
I don’t know. You choose.
That conversation only took about two years and the result is this story of an Antique Chair Restoration and the oldest chair I’ve ever met.
I know its been years but I just found out that I’m pregnant with twins so I’m gonna need that chair now.
When someone says paint it, that’s always easier. But with something like this I’m glad to take it back to as close to original as we can get. It’s a family heirloom after all. But nothing prepared me for how difficult taking these layers of paint off would be. NOTHING.
Many, many hours of stripping. And not the kind that pays you in dollar bills every second.
From there I started lining the seat with upholstery webbing. Something about knowing your pregnant friend (or newborn babies) will be rocking in said chair makes you extra cautious. And, really, I’m paranoid enough already.
I finally found the sweet spot. Raw wood.