The ORC - Epilogue

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The completed chair seat - not perfect, but OK for a first attempt at something completely new to me. I also didn't make my life any easier by opting for 8mm cording: by the time I got to the centre, it got a little cramped to say the least. In the end I used about 80m of poly sash and approx 22m of jute; so around 100m of cord to complete, not including the coarse twine used to splice the joints and hold down the initial side pieces.

But the chair frame cost me nowt but the glue and the paint to renovate it and the poly cord was a hand-me-down at work before I retired. The only real cost was the jute: three 10m hanks, which cost just over eighteen quid: so about twenty quid all up. Not bad for a 'new' rocking chair. We'll see what it looks like after a good bit of use: as the cordage is probably about ten times stronger than the frame, it shouldn't fall apart, but it will be interesting to see if it stretches much with use. The next chair I tackle will definitely be woven with somewhat more modestly-dimensioned cord! The YouTube video that showed me how to do the seat weaving is by Ed Hammond, to whom I offer my thanks!
 

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  1. Emma Jasmine22 September 2021 at 06:37


    The way you transformed the chair completely is amazing. It is looking fabulous. Such upcycling is good for the environment also. I rarely get time to do such things on my own. Recently I took carpentry services from a handyman contractor. They provided the furniture items exactly the way I wanted. I wish, contractors must provide such kind of upcycling of furniture items also. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. sideways22 September 2021 at 17:07

      Thanks for your kind comments - I enjoyed turning what was a rickety and rather mouldy old piece of furniture into something useable! I've got plenty of time these days to do pretty much what I want when I want - retirement is definitely recommended!

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