As if I didn't have enough on my mind, last Saturday I brought home five chairs with broken seats. When I had first heard about them, I thought they were woven cane seats, but these are the type where the woven seat comes all in one piece. They call it pressed cane. While they are generally easier to repair, and faster to do than the other, I have never fixed a chair of this sort. I'm afraid I am rather good at finding projects for my husband to do... This morning I set about attempting to remove the seat and spline that my husband put into these chairs for my Aunt Barb over twenty years ago. My efforts were successful and I have a nice blister in the center of my right palm to show for the work. A small price to pay, I'm sure.
While I struggled with my aunt's chairs, Hannah got into a little mischief with Lucas... His mommy laughed at the pictures, but I'm not sure his daddy would be quite so amused.