This wooden rocker was the first thing that popped into my mind. It was given to me by my grandmother about 35 years ago. (At the time, my grandmother was in her 70’s, and this chair was given to her when she was young by her mother in law, so it is probably close to 100 years old.) Perhaps given is the wrong word — her exact words were, “it’s a mess, but if you want it, you can take it.”
So I took it and she wasn’t kidding — the caning was ripped out, it had 4 or 5 different layers of paint on it (one of which was red — almost impossible to get completely out) and one rocker was off. I took it and stripped it, sanded it, glued it, polyurethaned it to within an inch of it’s life and then learned how to cane so I could cane it. Very hard on the hands, I don’t recommend it. The wood is maple (birds eye in spots) and the color was very light when I first finished it. The color has aged quite nicely and it’s a gorgeous chair now. I just love to look at it.
It’s also the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever sat in. So I don’t.
Thanks anyway, Nanny.