AFTER
BEFORE
There is an old man, he auctions off old furniture the dear departed have left behind. He himself is a collector of all things wonderful and old. But his one weakness is not being able to let go of anything he finds beautiful. So he stashes it....in the tiny trailer home he shares with his long-suffering wife. When the objects-of-pleasure began pushing the tenants out of their home, the man packed them tight on a wagon, tied blue tarp around and pushed them out into the cruel weather. Months passed, years even, the beautiful things held down by rope and protected by tarp disintegrated, molded, rotted.
We met that man and he led us onto this wagon and we saw all the worm-eaten wood. But we also noticed these four little bentwood ice cream chairs. Now he has more room to store ever more rotting wood.
These four were covered with peeling paint. But on such small and round limbs I didn't dare use the sander. I wanted to try stripping the paint off. What a nightmare. Each chair took me 2 hours to strip, not to mention the burning hands, the mounds of paper towels, and the general mess and discomfort. I thought after the chemical bath they would emerge looking brand new, ready to stain. Boy was I wrong. They were dirty, sticky and absolutely positively not in any condition to receive stain. I decided painting them was the next best option.
Such a long renovation for such small things.