The Life of a Chair

Hello, I am a chair.

I have spent most of my life in a private school where I was used as a place to sit. Those were some good times. However, the past several months, I have been stacked in a storage shed. Every day I would wonder what my future would be like. I know that I have some small dents and a couple of pieces of dried bubble gum stuck to my underbelly. But, I still am a good chair. I like people, especially kids.

One day, the storage shed was opened. I was so happy to see the sun again. There were a group of Tri Kappa ladies who put me in their van and drove me away. I have no idea what is going on but I think we're going to have some fun! There is a lady who really seems to like me a lot. She separated me from the other orphan chairs and brought me into her garage. Here are some photos of what I've been up to since arriving to my new location.

Here I sit. Wondering. Waiting.


Here is a photo of me with a new child. She's younger than I'm used to, but I am not complaining. She seems to like climbing on me, especially when her mom is trying to work on me.



Here is a photo of my feet. I am in desperate need for a pedicure. Like I said, it has been a while since I have been out and about. You can see my feet pads are rusted, bent and I am losing one of the four of my foot pads. That is the original reason that I had to leave the school.


Awwww. That feels great! Here I am getting a pedicure. My new owner is removing my rusty ol metal pads. I think she'll replace them with softer pads that she bought at the hardware store.


Oops. She has found the dried bubble gum from my underbelly. I hope her little daughter doesn't try chewing it. You should have seen the boy that stuck it under there in 1985! Whew, the lady just scraped it off and threw it all away. Am I at the spa?


Holy Rocking Chair! What is that machine? Looks dangerous... oh, it's just a buffer. A sander. It helps remove my old varnish, my dents and all those tattoos some of the kids used to try to give me when the teacher wasn't looking. Ahhh. This is nice. No more cellulite on this gal! I'm starting to feel renewed.


Oh, that is just a birthmark. I hope she leaves that alone. That tells people about where I came from...


Here I am, all buffed out. Waiting for the next phase of renewal. After two sanding pads, I am finally smooth as a baby's chair.


To Be Continued!
Stay tuned because I think I overheard my new owner telling her friend that I am going to meet a celebrity this week. I think I am going to get an entire make over. I've always wanted some color and flair...