The chair

This spring has been sad in many ways for us both. We both lost someone that has meant a lot to us. I, my grandmother and Mr J, his grandfather. As often when someone dies there is a home to clean and clear. When we emptied my grandmothers little apartment I wanted to keep so many things. They all reminded me of her, but also of my childhood. So, I kept a lot both big and small... I'm going to show you some of the things here and also tell you a little story about it. Because all furniture should have their story told!

First out is the black synthetic leather chair:

Yes, he had to be in this post too.

This chair has been in my grandparents house as long as I can remember, it's from the 50s and I'm from the 80s...They only had one and it had it's place next to the sofa in the 1th living room. I don't know about your grandparents, but mine had two. One that you were allowed in at all times. Where you had dinner and watched TV. Then they had another, were you never where allowed in without an adult supervision and most often only at Christmas (or when you wanted to look at the beautiful mesmerizing glass marble).

Well, back to the chair! This chair I've often sat, lain and rolled around in ( I could not sit still). My father also often sat in this chair while visiting my grandparents. But mostly it served as a stretcher for my grandmothers nylon socks. Yes, she always complained that her new socks hurt her ankles and therefore she stretched them out before she could wear them. When we came to visit, there most often were a pair of skin coloured socks on each arm rest. That she'd take them of so that me and my brother could roll around in the chair as much as we wanted. That's a great grandmother!

So, now these memories are in my own home and so it this beautiful old chair!