You don’t get to be my age and cultivate a sense of contentment by hanging onto things, but every once in awhile I miss my chairs.
They were a part of my life. Part of me.
I even dressed them up on occasion. ;)
Then along came my friend Marla for an impromptu “Girls Day” gathering at my house — with a surprise in tow.
Marla is a piano player. A dear friend. Someone who “gets” me.
Lookie what she brought!
A friend of hers was clearing out some things when Marla spied “The Chair” and asked what she was going to do with it. In a moment of generosity, this cast off went from “throw-away” to “give-away.” I’ve been doubly blessed by generous hearts.
Despite the fact that it has no seat (that’s on The Man Of Few Words’ honey-do list) this gem is rife with possibilities. What color fabric? What kind of cushion? As I search for the “right” ones in the coming months, not only will I be merging past with present, I’ll be forging ahead. What an extraordinary gift… the sense of “connection” and promise.
Truly, I’m not defined by “stuff,” but I do recognize the value in treasures… and this chair is definitely one of them. So is my friend. xo
Enjoying an unexpected piece of my past,