Autumn has officially arrived, and the summer morning reveries back to my childhood years have moved on to current thoughts and goals. Last night I finished another of the items on my summer To Do List: restore the rattan loveseat here in the greenhouse. This seems like a good thing to celebrate now that it is wet and breezy, with the sounds of children playing now coming from the schoolyard playground a few blocks away, and not from the neighborhood cul de sac. Raindrops and cedar leaves are landing softly on the overhead windows here in the greenhouse.
Fast forward to 2019 when Rick and I began shopping for a new rattan loveseat. I wish now that I'd taken a true "before" photo at the beginning of the summer, before I opted to restore this one, but I didn't. Imagine the finer rattan wrapping missing from many areas of the frame, especially where 37 years of direct sun hit them. Many dangling ends poked out as the brittle material, originally wound by careful Maylasian craftspeople, had snapped off. Faded and discolored, the still-sturdy loveseat spoke to me: Restore me. I had to respond. Besides, all the potential replacements we found were made of resin, not rattan, and they were too big, too expensive, and, well, just not right.
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