My mom's home was filled with beautiful things-
I loved growing up there and always enjoyed the stories
about where certain items came from-
Some of the pieces were my grandparents-
When Nannie came to live with us in 1970,
she also had a house full of treasures-
My uncle took many pieces to fill his home and Nan sold some things-
My mom had a few things to cherish as well-
There was the love seat that Pop had gotten for $10
and another tiny black carved side tale that was $5-
the love seat eventually got reupholstered
and was prominently placed in our living room-
There were two queen Ann chairs upholstered in raspberry moire
that will always remind me of my teen years-
sitting in them with the phone cord stretched to near breaking point
so I could get some "privacy" from 4 younger siblings!
My mom's living room was comfortably elegant -
we each had special pieces we loved-
Many wonderful memories were made there-
laughs and tears, hopes and dreams, love and hugs-
But, there was this chair....
If my memory serves me correctly,
it was from an expensive furniture store in our area, Wayside-
I can recall trips to that store looking for a specific item we needed to fill a space-
Back then, furniture stores were not a dime a dozen -
and this particular one had beautiful but sometimes too pricey things
for a family with 5 kids-
But, there was this chair...
It was on sale-
I'm sure dirt cheap
my mom thought it was fabulous
She had it reupholstered to match the Queen Ann chairs
Such an odd little thing-
it certainly wasn't bought with comfort in mind!
The carved back and teeny seat could fit a child's bottom
but we rarely sat in it.
It was placed against a small wall in the living room-
Somehow, over the years, my mom would say
"Claire loves that chair",
"She can have that chair for her home"-
"no one else can have that chair"!
I truly can never remember saying that I loved it, not even that I liked it, even a little!
But, as we were selling my mom's house,
we all knew without any discussion,
that this chair was mine- it was coming to my house and find it's place-
and, so it did!
I sometimes chuckle when I look at it-
but, knowing that my mom loved it,
makes me love it too!
But, nothing remains safe from paint or new fabric when I get a hold of it
so I have had many thoughts about its future
Paint and fabric will be a part of it
and I think it's new look will add a tiny bit of whimsy to my space-
I think mom would get a kick out of her special chair now!
Take care, gotta fly-