The 40-year old chair

My parents bought a chair over 40 years ago.  A rust-colored, tweed fabric, overstuffed rocker chair for the living room.  It ended up in the basement.  A finished basement, what would have been called a "rec room" back in the 1950's, where Beaver Cleaver and his pals would have been watching the TV.

But the chair was losing its oomph.  The rocker part was broken, which caused the chair to occasionally throw its passenger to the floor.  The tweed fabric had collected too many years of dust.  The seat cushion was not as fluffy as it once was, more like a balloon that had lost most of its air.

So I took it upon myself to take the chair apart, to deconstruct it.  Why?  Well it was too big to get it out of the basement.  My house is old with narrow stairs to the first floor and it was going to be a tough haul.

Scissors in hand I began to cut the fabric.  Whoa!  This fabric, dusty as it was, had the strength of steel - or so it seemed and felt as my fingers began to blister.

This was going to be a tougher job than I thought.