Ugly old chair, eh? Why take a picture of it? Well, there is not a time in my life that I can't remember this chair being a part of it. When I was a wee little girl, this chair was in my sister's bedroom. She had a sweet little vanity table, and this was the chair that went with it. Even back then it was this color of pink. In fact, I would bet that it has not ever been repainted in all that time. I have loved this chair all of my life. What a silly thing, to love an inanimate object, but I do. When I was little, I loved to go in my sister's room when she wasn't home and sit at her vanity, on this very chair. I'm sure she would not have been happy to know I was in there. Then when I was eight, my sister got married. At that time, her room became my room, her vanity became my vanity, and most importantly, her pink chair became my pink chair. I would dare guess that she still thinks of it as her chair, but she must have been about 12 when she got it, and she left home at 19. That means it was her chair for about seven years. On the other hand, I was eight when I claimed the chair, and I also had it until I was about 19. That means by default it is my chair. When I left Utah and moved to Canada, the chair went into storage with a lot of my other important pieces of furniture. A few months ago I finally was able to move that stuff to Canada. The first thing I did when I unloaded things into our storage unit was bring the pink chair into the house. It may be old, it may be ugly, but it is sturdy and I love it. Yeah for the craftsmanship of the old days. This chair will outlast all of us!
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