This chair had my name on it at St Vincent DePaul’s. The scratched up finish does not put me off because no one would be offended if I painted over it. Which will likely be a project for another time. The upholstery is okay, not marvelous and yet not exactly offensive. I may slipcover it. But take a look at those animal paws for arms! Feline or canine and funky. Love em. When I sat in the chair it was comfy in a business-like way which suits its purpose: a place to conduct business comfortably. Knit. Read and write. Survey my domain. Hide from company in the corner.
And to my great joy I realized that my frame curls up to it like a… curl. And so I can hook at it! [insert hoots and hollers] And then there is so much tea to drink.
Oh the cleverness of me.