Many years ago, I found a pattern in a magazine for some DIY Adirondack chairs and it was true love. I was pining for a pair of them and my Dad was looking for a project to fill his non-golfing hours during the winter days of his retirement. So it was decided that after Christmas that year, he would begin the project for me, his favorite daughter. (Nevermind that I am his ONLY daughter. I prefer to go down in history as his favorite.)
Then life happened, as it often does.
I got diagnosed with cancer. He got diagnosed with cancer. We commiserated and spent our time trying to live normal lives while battling the big C. The chairs dropped completely off of our radar.
Fast forward to this year, and my lovely friend Martha knew I still wanted those chairs. She also knew that Frankie was not the woodworking type of guy. She enlisted the help of her retired husband Don to bring my chairs to life.
Currently, I’m in the process of making cushions with scrap yarn.
One down, one to go 🙂
My Dad would be so happy to know that they are now part of my world.