The wood of the chairs was painted red and I still have a vision of my father painting them in (I think) the early 1970s. He was quite proud of the job he’d done and proud of the way he had matched the red in the canvas to the paint. But now the wood is white, after my (messy and awkward) work on them.
I have carted these chairs around for many years but have seldom used them. We have some more modern outdoor chairs that we use constantly, but they seem flimsy and distinctly lacking in character, next to these old things. (Can a chair have character? I don’t know). So, here they are. I am now looking for an old (small) table that I can paint white and put between these two chairs as a nice restful arrangement to place out in our courtyard. A place to sit with a cup of tea, or even to have lunch.
So, it’s off to the op shops this week to find a little table. It has to be old, but still strong and durable as these chairs are.
BTW, this winter (that has just ended) has been one of the driest on record, so no rainy nights to bring out the cane toads.