Here it is in my first apartment.
And here it is now beside my bed.
I've been changing chairs around this Sunday afternoon. The Windsor was by this desk in the guest bedroom.
Several cane chairs I acquired from my parents. My dad's mother had them first in her Indiana home.
This chair belonged to my mother. I think she found it on one of her many antiquing adventures. I always admired its simple form. Sometimes I wish I had spacious rooms to showcase these lovely old pieces.
This rocker is now fragile with broken spindles. It was my grandmother Crum's rocker, and I used it when Ryan and Lauren were babies. The wide seat was very comfortable. It is rarely used now, but it's a handsome antique with special memories.
This Lincoln rocker reproduction bought years ago has held up well.
What can I say?
There's something about a chair.
Wish we could pull up a pair and talk a while.
1 comment:
i was going to comment on my favorite one, but I liked so many of them I couldn't decide!
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