one chair, nine lives

This chair has many meanings to many people.  But it also has a great history.  My mom scored this find about 30 years ago at the dump for 5 bucks.  It was upholstered in a tan chenille and was in great condition.  The chair lived in our small house, in good times and bad, for the next 20 years.

When my parents divorced, it was given to my Uncle and his family.  Unfortunately, the chair was thrashed over a period of years.  By the time I saw it again, it had basically been destroyed.  I was heartbroken.  After negotiating a deal, I managed to buy the chair back from him and had it shipped to Seattle.  This five dollar investment needed a good makeover, and it was time.

When we moved to Houston, we brought it.  After many months of moving, waiting, upholstering mishaps, more waiting, cushion problems, leg problems, and more money down the tubes, it's finished.  I present to you...

the chair. 

It's finally home again!