I love old chairs. There is just something about their charm and grace that is so inviting. Whenever I see an old chair in an antique shop or a thrift store, I want to bring it home with me. Of course that is just not possible. But there should be a sign outside my house - "Home for wayward and lost chairs".
Recently my daughter was making some changes in her room when "the" dresser came to live with us. She asked if I would swap a chair that she had in her room for a smaller one that I had in our living room. I thought it was a great idea, and in the process, we moved furniture in the living room around too.
I've fallen in love with this chair.
It is big, and comfy AND short :-) I'm not very tall, and sometimes my feet barely reach the floor when I sit in an easy chair. This chair has compassion for shorter people. It's old and bumpy, but it encompasses me with it's warm inviting arms. I can sit in this chair and read, or watch the butterflys outside.
It's a dark dreary rainy day here today. Come, sit with me for a while.
Join me for a cup of tea, or we will wrap ourselves up in a good book.
"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort, of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindess, blow the rest away."
~ George Eliot
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