Now, when I say exciting, I do mean exciting, but strictly from my point of view.
[If you’re 17 years old and have a hot car, or are eating the best pizza ever or are skiing downhill at breakneck speed right now without a helmet, then my story might sound pretty lame in comparison. It might, but I doubt it.]
After sanding 100 cedar pieces for five Rietveld chairs yesterday, I cut into the scrap lumber my neighbour was going to toss and it turned out to be aromatic cedar.
["Aromatic cedar, I tell you!": photo GAH]
Aromatic cedar, I tell you - saved from a fire or the scrap heap of life to become an Adirondack chair.
And for the rest of my life, every time I sit in it I’ll breathe deeply and say, “Ahhh. You’re a lovely smelling chair.”
Ain’t that exciting?
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Can you beat that for excitement?
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4 comments:
There are few things in life that slows down the pace of 'everything' more than the smell of aromatic cedar. I don't know why, but it has that soothing quality like an afternoon ballgame on the radio or a big Sunday dinner before a holiday Monday. Double the effect if the cedar is emminating from a chair whose seat is set at *just* the right reclining angle. Lovely.
I love aromatic cedar; actually, is there any other kind of cedar?
Hi Crazylegs,
I just got back from Chicago, and once I finish a bit of writing, I'll sand or scuff the cedar chair. Then assemble. 15 degrees looks like the perfect angle - but I'll do the sit test to be sure.
Cheers,
Gord H.
Hi Jane,
Different cedars at various ages supply a range of aromas. I know some furniture makers 'seed' their products with fragrance in order to catch a buyer's nose but the natural product is what I like best - and the chair happens to be finest smelling cedar I've found - so far. (I'm young yet!)
Cheers,
Gord H.
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