Sunday, June 13, 2010
I have a weakness for old chairs, actually it is far worse. I LOVE them!
They really are functional! (I tell my husband) They hold stacks of books, old pots with flowers, the one by the front door is a perfect place to put your shoes on before you head outside and I love them hung on walls! The problem.... I have so many that some are in my attic because I am out of room. But! SOMEDAY I will have a place for them or even a bigger house so all my chairs will fit somewhere! So I couldn't possibly part with them :p
I've got wooden folding chairs that date back to 1893, chippy farm chairs, old childrens chairs, old metal chairs, and I admit, even old potty chairs :). I started to notice that I had a problem when I found that all I would come home with from sales is more chairs. They sit in just about every corner of my home. Why do I love them? I think they are the perfect piece of art, more than just a chair. I love their shapes, colors, textures, etc. There is something beautiful to me about an old chair sitting in a little garden. Inviting you to come rest for a moment, with a glass of lemonade, a perfect moment to stop and reflect on God's love for us and the beauty He created. I love the thought of sitting on something made 50+ years ago, made by hand with love and still around supporting someone.