These sad, loved, but obviously neglected, chairs have been rusting away at the bach for some time now. I felt that perhaps it was time to help them a little before Brunnel found them a permanent home at the dump.
Now I confess that I am never averse to a DIY challenge, but once I get going on something I like to complete it, and just sometimes, I might cut a few corners.
My father, upon seeing my 'prep work' on these chairs was aghast. I genuinely felt that if I scrubbed away too much of the rust I wouldn't have any chair left. And I didn't want them to look like a new chair. Rustic is still fine, just not rusted totally away! That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Dad is still laughing and shaking his head.
The rust primer seemed to take forever to paint on, but I'm quite happy with the end result.
I hope they'll survive the elements for another few years. And I'm too nervous to see if the rust has 'marched on', now that we've had a couple of days of solid rain!