I like chairs. No, I LOVE chairs. But chairs take up a lot of space and I didn’t plan on collecting them! Maybe they collect me? Because like most things collected, there is meaning and there are memories in each and every piece. Why didn’t I collect buttons instead? Oh, but wait! ~ I did that, too.
My sister, Renae and I, had these matching chairs when we were little tikes. Imagine my delight when I was crawling around in Mom and Dad’s attic last fall, and I found the other one! (I left it in the garage for her to pick up….with 2 or 3 more chairs!)
My hubby still has his childhood chair, too!
This was a Christmas gift chair from my kiddos. Extra special because they did the refurb on it themselves! Great job~ 😉
This chair came from the McAlester, Oklahoma courthouse. It also went for a bumpy ride down the road and survived! Oh if it could only talk ~ I use it as a side table to a bed.
This rocking chair was a Christmas gift to me from my boyfriend. Oh…. I might mention that was over thirty years ago. He said I could rock my babies in it some day. So I married him. ♥
Probably our favorite chairs of all time. Yep, old beat up metal rockers. I attempt to sand them and repaint them each Spring. My old Tuttle friend, Larry Gambill, found them for me years ago. From house to house and state to state these chairs have moved. Hubby and I have rocked on many a front porch and sipped a few drinks in them. We have almost solved all the worlds problems. Not to worry, we’ll keep working on it~
(Now tell me what you collect?!?!)