When I was a girl I would sit in my grandmother’s chair in her kitchen while she made a big pot of stew and told me stories. Whenever anyone came to visit her they would sit in her special chair. When she died in 1978 the chair had also given up its life.  My mom has kept it in her attic for thirty years, unwilling to let it go. Today she gave it to me.  And I’m going to restore it for my children and my friends to sit in. I’ve got stories to tell.

Cascadia Caning — restoring the life of your chair.