See my new chair? Well, it’s an old chair. One I picked up — free — at an estate sale. A million dollars worth of reupholstering later, it’s new. It makes me happy just to look at it! Imagine how much happier I’ll be when I get to sit in it and read up that basketful of books on the floor.
I love it!!
I can just picture myself sipping my Cafe Francais.
Zut alors! No Cafe Francais allowed, mon amie.
Looks comfy and inviting. Do you know Vera Williams’ book, A Chair for My Mother? You’ve got yours!