unloved chairs: don’t lose hope!
i adopt chairs. it’s a bad habit to get into. any chair left on the sidewalk is just moments away from being stashed in the back of my car, regardless of its state of disrepair or its usefulness. i envision each, eventually, being painted and varnished and charmingly encircled on my back porch. i have never actually done this to any of my chairs. thankfully, my relationship is sturdy enough to withstand the unsettling stress of knowing that at any moment, another chair may suddenly appear in the house without warning. his patience is endless.
given that, these folks – ms. anneke von bommel and mr. cameron maclean – are my heroes. abandoned chairs are lovingly repaired and beautifully restored into working order, without covering up all its personality. there’s respect for a chair’s character. there’s beautification without revamping. there’s still a soul in that chair, people, and all it lives for is to help out more tired asses. and isn’t that the future we want for all our chairs?