I would like to let you in on why I named my blog "Little Blue Chairs".
It all starts with my Grandmother, as all good stories do.
Every summer my Grandmother opened her little farm house to her 9 grandchildren for one week, and when I say little farm house, I mean a little farmhouse. It couldn't have been more than 1000 square feet. But she managed every year to get all her grandkids there and give them a place to eat, sleep and play.
(That's me in the yellow shirt)
I can remember every summer looking forward to spending time at the farm. And with all the extra bodies, I guess she figured she needed some extra seating and bought a pair of small children's chairs to help out.
I grew up with these chairs at the farm. But back then they were not blue. Nope, they were what I can best describe as almond. I am sure it was some lead based paint that was toxic. But they were sturdy and strong, and held up to a lot of abuse. This is the only picture I have of them before I painted them. (big apology for the quality)
After my grandmother moved to a nursing home, the chairs found their way into my fathers storage shed, where they waited for me. And when we finally bought our first house and had our children, they made the journey from Minnesota to Georgia.
I brought them home and painted them black. I actually think I painted them black, before I brought them home. I chose a glossy black. I guess I thought it would be classy. But, really, it just didn't expose the character of the chairs as I wanted.
But, whatever the color, these chairs found a new home and were loving used.
They just fit into our life, just like I always remember them as a kid.
And then we had another move. This time to Maryland. And in Maryland they acquired they color they now wear. A pretty aqua blue, that brings out all the wonderful dings and scars these beauties have earned in their many years of service.
They have earned a spot of honor. They sit here, by the big picture window.
And are often employed in all manners of uses.
As motorcycles.
A place to wait for the first day of school.
A place to just hang out with your sister or brother.
Even the cats can't resist a turn.
Most days they are just waiting, here
For the next memory to be made.
I know my grandmother would be proud.
-Laurie
