My husband and I picked up two cane chairs that had been repaired. One my grandson stood on and the other my older son sat on. Over the thirty plus years we've only had to repair two other chairs, and we have ten, for our dining room. I love repairing over replacing. These chairs have character. They are Victorian, and are actually quite comfortable. It's fun to go into the shop, as the place is chock a block with old furniture and gourds made into totem poles, sculptures, lights and other unidentifiable objects. We are still waiting on the repair of the bench memorializing our daughter, and it's been six weeks, but the guy said maybe another month. They are looking for wood that matches. Anyway, it's like stepping into a Dickensonian world. I had a similar experience when I went into a State shop in Mysore, India many years ago. I felt the same feeling: in a Victorian world with papers and stations and protocols that were from a civilization now gone. It takes a very long time and longer wait to transact your business, and other customers are waiting on the sidewalk, as they cannot fit in the shop. I, for one am charmed, but perhaps my husband, not a literature professor, is less so.
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