This is part of a caned seat, showing a typical kind of damage. On the left you can also see how the cane is secured to the chair. Notice how nice and uniform the weaving is.
Way back when, chairs were caned in order to save wood. Cane is thinly sliced pieces of rattan and comes in different widths. With industrialization came sheet cane, which was easier to work than strips of rattan.
Cane gets old, dry and brittle and breaks down and needs to be repaired. But hand caning is a dying art. In Des Moines there are only a few people who are doing it. It’s time consuming and expensive to recane chairs.
A customer brought in six dining room chairs to us, with not only caned seats
These seatpans were made from ½” plywood, which is sufficient for most chairs.
The original seat was caned and has more than 100 holes along the sides that the cane is woven through.
A cleat is screwed to the chair then to the seatpan to secure it.
The chair before (left) and after, with the new upholstered seatpan.
This series shows several of the stages of caning. This was my first attempt at the craft.
but caned backs. The woman we use is trying to retire from the business so she’s asking about $3 per hole, about $1 more than the national average. Each one of these chairs has nearly 200 holes — that’s about $600 per seat. Times six seats. Continue reading
At long last, I found a job I think I can stay with
I’ve been messing around with wood for a long time. I got my first taste of woodworking in fifth grade art class, carving a wooden spoon, and something about it clicked. Though I pursued a career in journalism I kept woodworking as my most significant hobby. For me there’s something spiritual about wood — it just makes me happy to build functional things from it, to see the grain, to feel the smooth surface of a freshly sanded piece.
Functional has always been the key word for me, but other than that, there’s little rhyme or reason to what I make. I’ve made a variety of things from wood including a walnut Continue reading
Mom was able to fill in 10 of the squares in the Sudoku puzzle. At that rate, we’ll finish it in about four more sessions. Guideposts in a journey such as this are good.
Does everything in life have — or have to have — a deeper meaning?
This year I was hit with a series of events that I do believe have a deeper meaning: My job was eliminated, I moved back to Des Moines then my mother became very ill and I have been able to be in Phoenix to help her out.
Mom’s illness is now three months old and we are still learning just Continue reading
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Tagged aging parents, C. Diff, divine intervention, Eldercare, meaning in life, memory loss, meningitis, muscle loss, sudoku, Valley fever
Ninety-nine degrees at 9pm just isn’t fun.
I’m spending the summer living in Sun City, Arizona to help out my mother as she recovers from valley fever. (You can read more about her on CaringBridge
My older brother and his wife moved to Phoenix about 30 years ago and the rest of the family has lived in the Phoenix area since 2000.
It took me about 10 minutes in my first visit to dislike Phoenix, vowing to never live here. I have not changed my mind. But visiting for a week in December and living here for a summer are very different birds.
Betting on Gannett didn’t pay off this time
Getting oriented back into a newsroom included working with two laptops and a desktop computer, relying on my old systems while I learned the new ones.
Well I gave it a shot. I placed the bet, rolled the dice and crapped out. I know “crapped out” isn’t the correct term (I’m looking at you, Mary Lawrence) but I spent an inordinate amount of time looking for the right gambling analogy and, well, crapped out.
Just a few days past my one-year anniversary at The Tennessean in Nashville, I joined the ranks of the unemployed. (It also happened just four days after my Continue reading
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Tagged Gannett, JOB LOSS, journalism, Nashville, NEWSPAPERS, Newsroom of the Future, NOTF, photography, photojournalism, REINVENTION, start-ups, TENNESSEAN, UNEMPLOYMENT
My effort to cook dinner this week became a scary, potentially hazardous event, reminding me that something that has been a big bother could also be deadly. I’ve been dealing with the lack of a sense of smell — anosmia — for about six years now. Because the two are so interconnected, typically with the loss of smell comes a loss of taste.
What’s left of the oven mitt.
Yes, not being able to taste makes for a lot of dissatisfaction in life, especially living in Nashville, with all of its Southern food and home to many premiere chefs. It’s sad when a burger from Top Chef Winner Richard Blais’ Flip Burger is no more satisfying than a thickburger from Hardee’s. Textures become really important — mushy meals don’t cut it for me, I need crunch.
Since I can’t taste most things, I’m using my recent move to Nashville as an opportunity to break some bad habits, to save money and eat more healthfully by cooking more meals. The house I’m renting has little kitchen counter space so the flat surface stove (my first) often doubles as a counter.
On Tuesday I was cooking chicken with rice and beans. With the chicken cooking I threw on some water to boil then turned around to the sink to wash some dishes. A few minutes later I turned to check to see if the water was boiling. I have no idea if it was because all I could see was a huge cloud of smoke — I had turned on the wrong burner and an oven mitt was about to burst into flames.
Fortunately one side of the mitt was made of some sort of fire retardant or heat resistant material. Any other type of material would have caught fire much sooner. Instead this one smoldered longer.
Well, those are the facts, here’s the emotion — I was scared to death. I hadn’t smelled any of the smoke that was billowing from the mitt, and that’s pretty scary. The smoke detector didn’t go off. That’s really scary. What if I hadn’t turned around when I did? What if there’s ever a fire somewhere else in the house and I can’t smell or see it? That’s the scariest. So this weekend I’ll be buying a few more detectors and placing them within a couple of feet of the stove. That’s a $20 investment in the lives of me, Frankie, Alvie.
I’m not one for museums. That’s odd for an artist, don’t you think? I don’t know what it is but I just don’t gravitate toward them. You have to drag me almost kicking and screaming to go to one.
This week a new friend I met at a training session wanted to go to the Dali Museum in St. Petersburg, Florida, and she asked me to join her. I didn’t have an excuse not to go other than just not wanting to. And when I thought to myself, “I don’t want to” it sounded pretty lame. So I went.
This post is about a painting and an experience that should forever remind me Continue reading
I have joked about the weather weenies here in Nashville, but I overlooked just how dangerous these conditions can be — and have been — when they occur as rarely as they do in Nashville.
Good samaritans Kristi Clark and her son, Carter Oakley, 10, were killed Monday night as she tried to help passengers of an SUV involved in a crash on I-65 in Franklin. (Photo: Courtesy Chelsea Mattocks)
According to the Tennessee Emergency Management Agency 18 people have lost their lives in the past five days. As of this writing the entire state is in a Level III state of emergency, with severe cold, snow, freezing rain and rain in the forecast for tonight and tomorrow.
I’m a native Iowan who has dealt with snow and sub-zero temperatures my entire life. So to hear that 18 people have died this week is a bit hard to understand. So I went in search of Continue reading
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Tagged 2015 winter, Carter Oakley, deaths, Good Samaritan, hypothermia, icy roads, inexperienced drivers, Kristi Clark, snow, Tennessee, traffic fatalities
Icicles hang from a railing over a highway overpass in the metro Nashville area on Tuesday. (Photo by Jae Lee/The Tennessean)
Nashville is in the middle of an historic winter storm. Now, having said that you might think it’s something of Boston proportions.
You’d be wrong. Continue reading
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Tagged cold weather, driving on ice, driving on snow, Good Samaritan, ice storm, Jae Lee, Nashville, Nashville Tennessean, scraping ice, Snow storm