The Chair

 Beautiful Sri Lanka; I was told.

No.2, the adventurous one left for the island a couple of weeks ago to savour in memorable architectural feats and admire the works of renown architects. Of course, besides the good curry-flavoured food and hospitality, she got to scale heights and see things from the top of the world.

When she told me she was going to walk paths for many, many hours with the help of a local guide, I could only pray for her safety each day.Wild imaginations went hay-wire and everyday I looked forward to little messages from her.

 Yes, I was glad she came back in one good piece.

 So, she told me she scaled that mountain and this mountain but little did she know I was uttering small reminders to God to keep her safe. Yes, you may say I am a bit of hypochondriac but that's why I am a mama. At times I told myself, what's with a little bit of adventure?  What's with bravery and ambition and what's with stamina? Don't I teach them to my children in school too?So I would pacify myself and say she would make it well. 

She did.

She would send panoramic spots; aimed at making me envious. "You would love the shopping of local pieces here and daddy would love the hills and mountains !" So, she guessed it well that I would probably dump daddy to the hills and I would get the thrill of aimless shopping !

 Then she would drop hints and say she would attempt the most notorious acts like putting her feet out of the train just to get the thrill of feeling being thrown out...she is just too much !

But she isn't too much when she bought sarongs,table runners, a beautiful top (which I would probably wear on the first day of the term) and best of all, a chair for daddy.

Last evening, the messages kept coming in; "...has daddy fixed the chair, has daddy fixed the chair..." 

She sure can be such a pest a times; pestering non-stop.

What can daddy not do where DIY is concerned?

But this CHAIR was the most challenging DIY piece I have seen him done.

 With the picture from a book but with no other instructions, where does one begin?

 Little cousin Jinn who was around chipped in too; but he's only good with figures...

 It this it? No, not yet. It seemed right but it was not. So, meddling it for half an hour or so, he said it was time for dinner...and the message kept coming in...is it ready? NO, LYN.

 The challenge came after dinner again. It's impossible daddy cannot do the job...

 Soon, very soon...the image came up.

 Yes, the final shape in place...the little joints were the answers but proved to be mind-boggling.

  The beautiful fixture; fully leathered; scrubbed and polished with all her love.

She just wants her story told; that she had bought  a master piece.

Daddy says it indeed was a piece of art to be admired and enjoyed; perfect for lullaby evenings.

Esther; it was a good buy.