Before
AfterDad's recliner, twenty years in the den
The arms had gone pale and papery where hands rest every night, and the headrest felt like cardboard. A new recliner was on the Christmas list.
Vacuumed the seams, wiped it down, worked in one thin coat after dinner and buffed it before the game. The arms came back a deep, even brown and the leather felt soft again. He still won't let anyone else sit in it.
