Woman's work is never done

I spend a good part of each summer painting and fixing lawn furniture and ornaments.

Our first trash to treasure project was a pair of wooden chaise lounges. Hubby's father rescued them from the landfill and brought them to us. And we are still maintaining them today.

I started scraping off peeling paint yesterday, thinking that I would have an easy time of fixing them up this time.

Famous last words.

One chaise lounge needs just a bit of paint.

I thought the other was in better shape. I thought I only needed to paint a few slats and reattach one of the arm rests.

A closer inspection showed very differently. It requires a new slat, which is no big deal. The wood has rotted away on the right frame under that slat. So I'll just do as I've so often done before: Cut a piece of scrap wood to size, prime and paint it, screw it to the side piece and screw the slat to the patch.

It also needs a new leg, which is more of a concern. Both leg and frame are partially rotten. I won't know how bad the rot is until I remove the leg.

We've almost completely rebuilt both chaise lounges in the 10 or so years we've owned them. Rebuilding them is one of my annual chores. And I wouldn't trade them for new ones, either. Well, unless I have to.