A few weeks ago, when my sister wasn’t looking, I liberated these metal garden chairs from my parents’ basement. I remember playing in my grandparents’ yard while my father and grandfather sat in them, under the trees at the end of the grass.
There were other dogs then ~~ three huge German Shepherds ~~ Mitzi, Bruno and Seta. My Dad and grandparents were dog fans. To me, Nellie seems to belong in this picture. Of course, there is no moving her once she sees the camera. She is a true camera hound.
When my grandmother tired of the chairs, Dad took them to our lake house. I can see him so clearly in this chair, sitting by the campfire, chatting with all the guests, as he so loved to do.
I miss him.
Every single day.
The holes in the back and seat provided many opportunities for my sisters (not me, of course!🙂 ) to prod and pester him ~~ and each other.
The metal chairs were freezing when it was cold out, and sizzling when the sun hit them. Nevertheless, everyone always wanted to sit in one of them.
They remained at the lake house, mostly outdoors, for at least 35 years.
Can you tell?
(and are all dogs this nosey?)
Of course, they weren’t always blue and chippy! I spent many weeks of summer vacations sanding off paint and rust. I know I have inhaled my lifetime supply of lead paint dust. We didn’t wear masks or worry about the metal slivers from the wire brush. Just did the job and cleaned up when the job was complete.
They have been dressed in many colors during their long lives. Just a few are showing through here, including their original 1940’s green.
I thought I was going to do a sanding and paint job on them one more time ~~ using proper precautions this time, of course ~~ but I was pretty shocked by their condition and knew this would be a very long and difficult job. Not only are they rusty, but some of the feet are missing and one is lopsided. I decided this was a job for a pro.
So into the Navigator they went, in Nellie’s usual spot (she has the saddest face when she is left home — Mr. Fun says she was bred to look like that but I think she is really sad) and off to the SANDBLASTER we traveled!! I usually don’t take Mr. Fun on these adventures because I have found that it is better when he doesn’t know how much of his hard earned $$ goes to these projects. But, this time he came along, because he too loves the chairs, and because I needed some muscle power. These babies are heavy! I also needed some help choosing the new color!! I thought ~~
black ~~ no, too boring for these fun chairs.
white ~~ no, see reason for rejecting black.
blue ~~no, they’re blue now, and I want a change.
That pretty much left yellow, red, orange, and green, all colors they have been before.
Of course, they could be painted brown, but then my favorite chairs and my favorite and constant companion would be the same color.
Almost as soon as I opened the fan of paint colors, I saw the perfect choice. And Mr. Fun agreed! Wow! If you knew us you would be amazed too. The Libra in me can never decide!
But they are at the workshop now. They will be carefully disassembled, sandblasted, powder-coated in their new color, then reassembled to take a special place in our yard.
My Dad would just shake his head!
What color do you think we chose?
And what color do you think we should have chosen??
~~ Here’s a little treat for you while you decide. ~~
Claudia at Mockingbird Hill Cottage for
A Favorite Thing
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