A while back I wrote a post called Come Sit a Spell. Click on the link to read my admission to the world of my addiction to chairs. Yep, with apologies to Robert Palmer, I may as well face it.
While perusing the local thrift shop, my eyes fell upon this charming creature. She filled all the Curious Acorn requirements (enumerated in the aforementioned post) for coming home with me. Or should I say us--the mister was with me, and he was smitten as well. The seat just shouted COMFY. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO SIT HERE. And the clean upholstery has a retro circle design. I like circles. So needless to say, we brought it home and it placed it where our 100 year old rocker used to be.
The centenarian has been retired to the comfort and quiet of our boudoir. Her wicker bones have been creaking and cracking in increasing measure as of late. She has braved many a year of plopping teenagers and small fry who rocked with the zest of a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco.
We also scored some vintage Pyrex bowls, which has been helpful since we've had a few casualties in that department lately. Oh, and there's that spindle thingy, too. I know I said before that I only thrift things that are useful as well as beautiful. I'm not really certain of its use...*cough* But sometimes pretty to look at is good enough.