We finally (Christmas present) took delivery of a not inexpensive chair that fits like the proverbial leather glove. Ten minutes later, I’m detaching the genuine plastic simulated oak operating lever and the sharp edged and poorly finished wood base and heading to the shop. I don’t do this grudgingly but with great enthusiasm. My wife isn’t at all surprised, she’s used to it.
I destroyed the plastic handle to retrieve its metal innard and embed it between resawn brazilian cherry. Route around a hardboard template, ease the edges, sand and oil. Strip the base, gel stain the unknown but not bad looking wood, ease the edges and finish with Minwax wipe-on poly.
Now I’m happy. I’ve put my signature on the chair. What a great hobby we have!
Ian Cummins
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I know the feeling. My bride likes the Saturday morning thriftstore loop, and oft returns with an "antique" something-or-another and delivers it to my shop. About $25 is her limit. She tells me what she wants from what she got, and the honey-do list just grows. But, this is not a complaint, believe it or not. Making a hat where there was none is fun.
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