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".
My daughter found this old chair on Craigs List. She loved to lounge and read in this big chair. However, when my daughter was making some changes in her room. she asked if I would swap this chair for a smaller one that I had in our living room. I thought it was a great idea, so we gave it a try.
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
14 hours ago