Confessions of a Chair Addict

Yes, I admit it, I am addicted to chairs.

Wooden chairs. Eastlake, Pressed Back, Spindled, Caned, Rockers. If it's made of wood and I can sit in it, I want it.

I don't know why. Other than my mother is also a chair addict. We have been known to go out together on a chair high to get our fix.

My most recent chair deal went down over Labor Day weekend. My mom and I were out antiquing when suddenly these 2 caned chairs beckoned me over to take a closer look. I couldn't resist. After I sampled both chairs, I put my money down and they were mine.

I remember my first chair.

Then my second chair.

I still have my first chair.

And my second chair.

This was the chair that started my decline into chair addiction. It was in serious need of TLC. I learned caning, and restored it to it's original glory. After that, I knew I was hooked.

For awhile back in the 80's, I had a dealer up in Wisconsin in the back woods. I would go behind the trailer where he kept the chairs. Chairs were cheap back then. I could get some great stuff for $5 a pop.

This chair I spotted at the curb on garbage collection day. My husband (and enabler) grabbed it and we ran. One of these days I'll refinish it. I like my chairs in their natural wooden state. Not painted.

I have inherited 9 chairs from my grandmother. The chairs on the left we used to call the hot dog chairs. Guess why.

This one was my grandmother's desk chair. It's a Hitchcock.

This poor chair still needs a lot of help. That bright yellow paint has got to go.

I don't think I'll ever kick my chair addiction. I don't know many other chair addicts other than my mom and my friend Judy. Are there any more of you out there? I need a support group.