When I’m stripping this chair of its layers of history, I feel that I’m intruding on its previous owners life. I found a vintage hairpin tucked away and a piece of crumpled faded newspaper with part of an old advert on it. You know how it is when you sit beside the fire with your legs curled up. You have a cup of tea in one hand and newspaper or book in the other. The creases down the sides of the chair are great to stash your book mark or to forget about a sweet wrapper, your afternoon treat. This chair probably belonged to a woman and I’m going to transform it into a chair for my husband. It will send him back to the Scottish highlands, to the heather moors and moody skies.
This is the beautiful 100% wool plaid wowen in a mill in Southern Scotland, in Dumfries and Galloway. I will be covering the back of the chair and the arms with this gorgeous soft snuggly fabric next week.
And my reward at the end of the day was curling up on the sofa with the dogs, sipping Rose wine and watching the flickering flames form images dancing in my mind to emerge in my poetry the next day or my novel…getting close to Novel writing month again!