I love old chairs. There's just something about their charm and grace that's 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's just not possible. There should be a sign outside my house - "Home for wayward and lost chairs".
My daughter was making some
changes in her room. She asked
if I would swap a chair she had in her room for a smaller one in our living room. I thought it was a great idea, and in the
process, we rearranged furniture in the living room.
I've fallen in love with this chair.
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.
I love sitting here, wrapped up in a good book and a cup of tea.
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 kindness, blow the rest away."
~ George Eliot