It's in the Jeans and Rust

 I have a chair that was Robb's dad's favorite chair, probably from when he was in seminary.  It's old.  And when I say old, I mean, OOO.L.DDD!  It was in our bedroom for years and Robb loved it.  After that, it had been given to various kids for their rooms, the last one was Maddy, I think.  But it was left at home when she moved away.  So I guess it's mine again.  The matching ottoman is in our garage storage room and that'll be a project for another day/month/year.

Somehow the top back had gotten broken and the poor thing sat in the garage for several years with my honest intention of someday fixing it up and making it part of our lives again.  I plan to use Robb's old jeans to re-cover it.  What else can I make of them?

Yesterday was the day I chose to start in!

No one was home so over my lunch hour, I moved it, by myself, up the stairs to my bedroom so I could watch Sherlock as I worked on it.  This is me on the stairs trying to not knock over canned goods I have stored there.  I did take a break after this brutal feat of strength.

Darn my hobbies!

In stripping off the old worn vinyl, I found several boards broken on just the bottom of the chair without even bringing the top board into play.  Yikes!  Who's been throwing this thing around?!  

And I kid you not.  There were about 1235 little tiny nails per side in various areas holding it all together.  And cardboard.  Not sure when staple guns were invented but not when THIS baby was put together!  Bunches of change fell out along with candy wrappers.  I've been picking up all the tiny nails every time I go in the room now.  I THOUGHT I was being careful, but here we are.

In the process of stripping it to it's bare bones, I got scraped a couple times on the little nails, breaking the skin. whoops!

And when attempting to place a screw and fix a board, the drill slipped a few times and punctured the fleshy part of my hand between the thumb and first finger. EEW!!!  

hydrogen peroxide
band aides

It was like Robb was telling me to give up and pitch the thing!  But I'm pretending I'm not getting the message.  It's a sentimental journey.  And I've literally got skin in the game.

Long about 4pm, I started wondering when I'd had my last tetanus shot. Hmm..  Seems like the last one I could remember was 1989 when Robb and I were helping my dad tear down a barn and I stepped on a nail.  It went through my shoe into my foot.  So yesterday, I called our family doctor. They looked it up on the national registry and the last time THEY found recorded was 1973.  Probably just in time for kindergarten or first grade.

Because we ALL know how rusty the 1970s playground equipment could get.

It was time to get another tetanus shot. shoot.  In addition to that, I brought up my glucose charting I've been doing.  I got confirmation that my suspicion of pre-diabetes was correct.  My doctor had my A1C checked (5.9) and then gave me info and resources for recipes and of course the tetanus shot.

As Calvin in the old cartoon strip would say, "I'm just a little pink pin cushion to you guys!" 
poke poke poke.

So yeah.  no sugar, breads, potatoes, etc for THIS gal!  Not anymore sunshine!

sigh.

My A1C is not terrible but the switch has been flipped.  I need to be lo-carb and watching my carb intake from this point on.

But at least now I won't get lockjaw from Robb's chair!  HA to YOU Robb!  I WILL get this chair put back together!  It just looks pretty sad so far.