Early in my married life, I was fascinated with country decorating. I spent quite a bit of time buying or thinking about buying primitive antiques, whether I needed them or not. I was particularly fond of old chairs, and I was convinced that sooner or later I would buy some priceless Shaker chair that would make us all rich.
Our townhouse had a cathedral ceiling, and I enlisted Mr. Artifact to hang the chairs about 15 feet in the air.
My antique dealer grandparents, the original proprietors of Butternut Place, encouraged this behavior. Soon, I was the proud owner of a number of old chairs that were primarily display pieces and upon which no one ever sat. Who could sit 15 feet up in the air?
Fast forward a couple years, and the country style décor was replaced with Queen Anne furniture and Waverly fabrics, a malady from which I am still suffering. They say it is curable. To treat this, you just need money and new furniture. Or maybe, you just need to go get those dang chairs out of the shop where they have been tied up in the rafters for the last 25 years!
True to form, Mr. Artifact took to the challenge of restoring the chairs with a fierce-some determination. Of course, this involved finding out “how to do it” and buying the materials, both of which he did via the web (see this good website ). I have to say it was great fun to watch Mr. Artifact do this. He endured some mild nagging from me about maintaining the original patina of the finish (he did) without so much as a scowl.