"What if I was to take the parts and use them to make something new?" I asked, "That way you could still have your grandmas table around, just in a different form."
She thought about it a bit and said that sounded like a nice idea.
We met a few days later and I moved the table and one of the matching chairs from her truck bed to mine. Then I drove it back to the shop and started looking it over.
Heres the parts of the table as they ended up on my bench:
The leg on the left had been ripped off its mounting bolt.
And the other leg had one of its feet torn off.
The hardware to work the drop leaves was interesting, I hadnt really seen anything like this before.
Unfortunately the cleat had broken off on the other side.
The chair was still standing on its own power, but no one should have sat in it.
The dowel joints at one corner were broken completely.
After stressing the rest of the joints, I was able to pull the chair apart into three pieces.
All in all, as I began to assess the situation, the diagnosis wasnt as bad as the owner originally thought. Id have to replace a few pieces, Id have to use a little hide glue, Id have to do some serious clamping, but I was fairly sure I could resurrect Grandmas table back to fighting form.
I gave the owner a call and gave her the option, I could either try to fix the table and chair, or I could go with the original idea and use the parts to make something new.
She was tickled with the idea that I could fix the table.
Ratione et Passionis
Oldwolf
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