Part I: The Great Chair-capades : Magic on the Nature Strip

The adventurous part of me would like to think it was a dangerous mission where it was us against the world. Everyone was any enemy and at any moment we could get sprung and slapped with a $1000 fine. In reality anyone we saw laughed at us or suggested ways we could fit unusually large but incredibly beautiful old blue chairs in small cars.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Read if you dare
"The Great Chair Chair-capades : Magic on the Nature Strip"

It began as many good ideas do on a Sunday after Church. (The 7th day of bean bags, Cup of Tea, late night beach trips and Ice-skating adventures were all ideas born out of Sunday afternoon tedium)
We find or heroes at Chair H.Q. about to stumble on the best idea yet.

I'm not sure if it was the sunny weather, the greasy chicken we had for lunch or the fact daylight savings makes people crazy but during the afternoon lull someone suggested that we go looking for hard rubbish. We can't remember who first mentioned it, all we know is that we were all suddenly intent on finding a chair or three to fix. Nine hours later there were three almost perfect chairs for fixing, a myriad of other junk in the backyard of Chair HQ and three exhausted girls laying on my lounge room floor eating dinner. It's on, chair make over step one is complete, bring on next week.






You know what they say: One mans junk is three girls afternoon entertainment and new project... is that right? Something like that anyway.