death of a chair

The chair I bought to destroy was quite a deceptive mistress. Hidden screws and buried staples oh how you tried to thwart me. 3 hrs it took for me to beat it into a submission.

At about the 2 and a half hour mark my mom decided to interject her two cents with the suggestion of sawing it apart. I had most of the chair apart by this point and had a formed a working system. I replied with the look of death.

The floral seat pad that I did not want to begin with became one of my most used tools in the demolition. I used it as a buffer between the chair and the hammer strikes as to avoid more marks then there were already. Now I shall wipe my ass with it and cast it aside like the whore that it once must have been.

One would think that destroying would go quicker than creating. Not so when you have to careful and maticulaous in order to create something out of the remanants of a former chair in this case.

I am still waiting for the fun part to start.