I don't think I've ever showed you the chair from my sewing room. It's probably appeared in the background of a few pictures over the years but it's intriguing enough to deserve a post of its own.
The thing came with the house and it's ridiculously heavy so the sewing room was where I found it and the sewing room is where it stayed until I dragged it outside to take some pictures where the light was better.
Someone obviously made it and that someone obviously had the same "that's good enough" attitude that occasionally allows me to do things like lop off the corner of a quilt because the backing wasn't quite the right size.
The back is bolted in place and there were notches cut to fit the slats. It looks like this thing started with a plan and some idea of craftsmanship... I don't know what happened to make bending down nails with the hammer seem like the right thing to do.
And I don't know why that shelf underneath needed to be two boards thick. But it does make a nice place to stack quilting books.
Maybe, given the blood thinners, I should see if Hubby can remove the worse of the protruding nail ends. I've managed to go ten years without cutting myself on one, but these days tin foil makes me a danger to myself.