This Little Chair

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

 and 

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-