Sixty years ago
No spring chicken even then
Chair gifted to me
Covering threadbare
Reupholstered more than once
Stories chair could tell
Time to spruce things up
Brought in classy new arm-chair
Taking pride of place
Early showing wear
Became sad embarrassment
I’m watching for sales
Meanwhile my old chair
Stalwart in simplicity
Quietly bides its time.
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“Stalwart in simplicity” is a great image.
Thanks, Dennis.
I love how you say “stories chair could tell” ~ It holds memories ❤
Christy, your comments mean so much to me. Thanks. ❤
I feel the same way!
given a choice between old and new, I invariably choose old
Me, too, Paul. I solved the problem of my shabby new chair by covering the worn spots on the arms with small table mats crocheted by my Aunt Louise eighty or ninety years ago. Viva the old.
I love the stately feel of that old chair and its stories Ina, waiting for the young usurper to be gone!
I love your comment! I actually fixed the usurper by pinning ninety- year old table mats crocheted by Aunt Louise over the worn spots on the new chair’s arms.
Let’s face it…In “the good old days” everything was built to last, including us!
So true!!