Thursday, March 12, 2009
Old Lady Chairs
We have a little nook area off our kitchen that we call the Sun Room. Most recently it has been the home of a tall pub table with two stools and an overstuffed chair and ottoman. The initial idea was that it was supposed to look like a little French bistro, but the effect never quite happened and I always hated the overstuffed chair. So, several weeks ago, while sitting up late one night on my computer, I came across a set of chairs that I instantly fell in love with. I loved the style. I loved the fabric. I was ready for a change, so I ordered them as well as a matching ottoman. My kids were immediately appalled and dubbed them, “Old Lady Chairs”. I’m not an old lady, so I don’t see how my chairs can be Old Lady Chairs – I think they’d more appropriately be called Vibrant, Glad-to-be-my-Age Lady Chairs. Whatever they’re called, I don’t really care. I’m writing this from the comfort of my Old Lady Chair and I love it. The point is, when I walk into the kitchen and glance over at the nook, a sweet feeling goes through me and I smile. Pleasing to my eyes, comfortable to my body and smile-provoking – hard to ask more than that of a chair!