Here we have a little ice cream parlor chair that was mine when I was a yung un. Mostly it had an antique doll sitting on it. I suppose I should refinish it, this pink is pretty bad.
This picture is to show you how really little it is, the foot, which happens to be mine is a size 8.
My favorite little red chair from my childhood. Isn't it the nicest little thing? I always loved this one, it was quite comfortable too.
Now it makes a perfect spot to set aside a book (please once again, ignore the dust on the rungs) it's also handy when a little one stops by for a visit and they need a spot to sit their little bum on.
Our piano chair, (ignore the shoes and the dog please) This is from a set of 8 that we inherited along with the big guys grandmas Duncan Phyfe table. Harp back chairs and so pretty and graceful, just like the table.
Here is our vintage high chair, this one was used for the big guys dad, the big guy and all his siblings, and all our babies. It has gone from white with red accents, to brown with white accents and back to wood grain. And yes, the upholstery you see next to it is indeed yet another chair in our store room.
And does this chair look uncomfortable to you? Yeah, it kinda is. I found out that it was the chair that novices had to sit in when they were called before the Mother Superior for discipline at a convent. How charming!! again, the dust, you know what to do. Either ignore it, or come over and get a rag out of the cleaning closet and take care of it. thanks.
