I have this chair. This old wooden chair. Which presently inhabits my studio.
I can’t remember how it was acquired. So there is no story. No nostalgia attached to the piece. No history I can share. I just know I’ve owned it for a lot of years. More than I can remember. And I also know that it was stored in my mother-in-law’s basement for a good lot of them. Until recently, when I made the decision to resurrect.
My re-purposed sewing table needed a companion. Because it just didn’t feel right to use my cushioned, black, more contemporary chair when I sat there. So like I’d done with the table from the barn – I dragged it out into the daylight. Scrubbed it down with hot suds. And let the sun bake it dry.
Most given days its home is in front of my sewing table. Handmade afghan from my husband’s grandmother tossed over the back. Several creativity inspiring books or magazines on the seat.
This week is different.
This week, Charlie discovered that it makes an excellent place to nap. Just under the wide open window, of course.
Now that the chair has a permanent home in my studio, I thought it would be sort of nice to give it a name. Yes, I realize that this is customarily something people (generally males) do with their cars. But I want to name my chair.
Correction.
I want YOU to name my chair. I’m attached to it. It will be staying. So I’ll be taking ideas and suggestions for one week. And next Monday I will post the chosen name.
Be creative. Have fun. Enjoy.
I know I will.