Yes, it was a violent encounter, on-lookers were horrified. Did I mention that my valentine was the wing chair I am working on restoring? I was not going to miss my upholstery class for a half-baked holiday that makes couples force romance and singles force smiles. So yes, I spent Valentine’s Day upholstering. Well, there was no actual upholstering; I was trying to salvage my relationship with my valentine.
I started class by loosening all the joints of my chair so that I could glue them back together to be sure my chair would be a steady one. After applying wood glue I put my chair in traction with large, heavy metal clamps so that the joints stayed tight as the glue dried. As I was tightening one of the clamps that ran from the bottom of the rear left leg up to the top of the chair’s back I heard a loud CRACK! The leg of my chair had snapped right off, but it was not a clean break. I gasped, then whispered to my chair “It’s not you, it’s me.”
|My chair’s broken leg|
Maybe I should have seen this coming, friends told me he would never amount to anything, but I saw something in my chair that I had not seen in others.
I was emotional and heartbroken as I held his leg in my hand. Heartbroken that a relationship that had started out so promising — and one in which I saw so much potential for the future — was irrevocably broken, snapped in two pieces with painfully jagged edges exposed. We had a deep connection my chair and I. We were compatible on so many levels. Sure, I wanted to change him, but it was for his own good. I could see his potential.
My teacher assured me that all was not lost. There was hope. It would take hard work (and a plethora of wood glue) but we could get this chair back on track and we would still have years of happy reclining to look forward to. I pulled myself together and squeezed glue all over the breaking point as if it was my only hope for a happy ending. I stuck the broken leg back in place, used some staples just to be sure, and carefully, reapplied the clamp. It was touch-and-go there for a minute, and I will not know for sure if we have a chance until I return to class next week. But I am hopeless romantic, and I think this may be it!
|Reapplying the clamp after the breakup|
If only all relationships could be fixed with wood glue and some clamps…
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!