🔥 Loops, bends, bentwood: the whole evening in six parts 💋🪑👀

About me

Loops of steamed cane are the reason this trade exists, and bentwood is the word for what they become. Six parts to the evening, and the chair is only the first of them. Bentwood, to begin with. Every arm starts as a straight stick and a pot of heat. 🪑 Four minutes over the flame, one fast move onto the farma, and the meekh goes in before the cane has time to argue. A bentwood arm that cools clamped will hold its sweep for twenty years. A hurried bend goes straight again by Friday. Supple baint behaves for exactly as long as it stays hot. Timing, which decides everything. Hot baint gives you about fifteen seconds of real softness. Hurry it and the loops open; wait too long and the stick goes stiff and sulky on the board. Everybody who walks into this shed wants to try, and everybody finds out that fifteen seconds is nothing. The farma forgives nothing and the flame waits for nobody. Hands, after that. A day of bentwood leaves my palms warm, my forearms tight and my thumbs green. 👀 Nothing about that is delicate. A woman who bends chair arms all afternoon knows what her hands are doing by evening, and the bentwood knows it too. Smell, which nobody warns you about. Baint over a flame smells of wet grass and burnt sugar at once. 💋 It gets into the hair, into the blouse, into the skin of both forearms, and none of it washes out before Sunday. Men tell me they can smell the bentwood on me long after they have left this shed, and I take that as the compliment it is. Watching, which happens daily. Those loops get stacked where the light falls, and men stand in the doorway pretending to look at them. 😏 The loops are not what they are looking at. I let that go on for a while, because the hands keep working whatever the eyes are doing. The loops do not mind being looked past. Late, and nothing to do with chairs. That bentwood is quiet by ten and I am not. 😈 I stand over you, press you into the chair I finished on Tuesday, and keep my mouth busy on your chest for a long time. The bentwood arms take both our weight without one creak of protest. Bentwood is stronger than it looks and the lashings never shift. Last part. That arm of bentwood is still warm from the afternoon, and my hand has not moved off it. 💋 The loops in the corner can wait until somebody remembers them. Bentwood keeps its sweep and the night keeps everything else.

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