Last week,
I posted about my grandmother's chair and the crazy, bizarre, meant-to-be-path that it took to get to my living room. This week, the chair came back to me again, reborn this time as a piece that not only matches my living room (which, surprisingly, does not contain anything pink) and almost looks like a piece out of the Pottery Barn catalog:
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Before: Pink and Ugly and Very Cozy |
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After: Khaki and Pretty and Still Very Cozy |
I'm looking for many more years spent curled up here with a book. Thanks, Grandma. Love you.