When my Mom passed away and we cleaned out her house, there were 3 chairs that I always loved and knew right away I had to have them. They are old chairs; she aquired them from my grandparents.
The first one is a tiny one; she's a doll with cute little curves.
I love the drip of old turquois colored paint; I would love to have found out how that got there.
Her poor little seat is worn and cracked. I could see her painted a pretty cream color, giving her new life, but for the life of me I can't cover her up; I love her imperfections.
Next was the rocking chair, I have loved loved loved this chair. I love her curved legs and how smooth she rocks; I can't imagine how many night she rocked babies to sleep. I love the nail heads along the front.
Her seat is worn and crackled and the spring are shot. I would love to find someone to replace her seat so that she looked brand new.
And finally here is this beauty.
She sits in my sewing room. I remember my Mom always had this chair in her bedroom.
I just love her detail on her legs.
I just love old vintage chairs, they usually have such pretty details. Usually when I got to Goodwill, or an estate auction, I gravitate right to the chairs, even though my hunny says, "no more chairs"!