Bum's Rush

Sometimes Mother Nature gives you a day
of such splendid beauty that it paralyzes you;
all you can do is look in awe at her handiwork.

Well, okay.  Full disclosure:

that's my excuse for not ticking off the "to-do" items on my list today.

I was too busy being awe-ful.  :-)

But I did tackle this little problem: 

 "Just washed my chair, and can't do a thing with it!"

Back around Memorial Day, Howard and I went to a 

country auction, and scored some old rush-seated chairs.

For $4 apiece.

Well, wouldn't you?

They are all maple, all slightly different in their turnings,

all 19th century, and all very sturdy, and in decent shape.

If you don't count the woven rush.

What to do?

Like many women, I do what works, not necessarily what should be done.

So I got hold of some brown duct tape.

What would we do without duct tape?

(We once rebuilt a closet with it. Really. Ask our daughter Alida.)

3 of the 4 chairs had relatively minor rush damage.  

Like this.

Easy-peasy.

But one of them was crazy-wild damaged.

It looked like Albert Einstein's hair.

Even Gilda had her doubts.

"Nice tiger maple, Mom, but that rush?  Really?"

I started with the less-damaged seats, and duct-taped

the rush back on.  Then I tackled Einstein.

He took a lot of tape.

Bottom AND top.

(Yes, Gilda, we see you napping.)

What am I going to do with these chairs now that the rush is no

longer blowing in the wind?  The duct tape ain't a good look.

Easy.  I'll sew some seat cushions for the chairs,

little slipcovers that will come down over all 4 sides

of the seats, covering the incriminating duct tape.

What about fabric?

Plain linen?  Canvas?  Buffalo check?  Ticking stripe?

Toile?  Plaid?  Floral?  Leopard or Zebra?

Smiley face print?  :-)

Dylan says he doesn't care.

Isn't that just like a man?

See you tomorrow! -- Cass