I love chairs

I have no idea where this came from, but I’ve had an ongoing obsession with chairs for DECADES. They can be a sculptural object or a canvas for me to craft into something fresh and useful. Maybe it has something to do with my emotional attachment with my grandmother’s kitchen chair, which currently sits in front of my piano in the front room of our home.

My grandmother's kitchen chair

I don’t know what it is, but I do love painting an old alley pick and recovering the seat in some pretty fabric, and giving it a new round. I currently have no less than 7 different chairs in my garage right now, waiting for a prime and paint.

Finally got the chairs right

If I see one sitting curbside, I am physically incapable of passing it up. I put ads on Craigslist asking to buy people’s odd chairs for $10 so I can play crafty time with them. One recent evening at my friend Carla’s home, I twisted her arm into letting me leave with a chair in her living room so that I could paint it, recover it, and send it back to her. My dear friend Holly offered to gift me a set of 6 matching chairs and I am SO giddy with excitement for her arrival that it’s ridiculous. It’s like Christmas came early. If I had all the money in the world, I’d build a large wing in my home and fill it with fancy chairs.

Is that weird?

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