Chair, Chair, Everywhere A Chair

I have always been a collector of old chairs from the first chair my grandfather gave me long ago... A beautiful Windsor chair that in my younger days I had to sell to make ends meet. I have never forgotten that chair and have longed to own another.

When Frank and I were married we were given a wonderful gift of a old rocking chair his grandfather had made. Years of wear and tear had taken its toll and the rawhide seat was ripped and one of the rockers was broken. It took us years to finally restore it and we added a new leather seat and rockers but left the finish as is. It proudly sits on my porch greeting us when we come and go.

One of my favorite chairs is one I found at a local thrift store. It became the inspiration for my bedroom and bath redo. I was excited because it had a slipcover and when I lifted it up to see its "bones" I was even more excited as it wore a beautiful undercoat of Coral fabric that looked brand new.

I have chairs in my garden too, one hold a pot of herbs and a hand painted sign by one of my neighbors and another hold a burlap bag and whatever flowers are in season.