Not sick in the way you think. I have a chair sickness. I like chairs.
When we moved, my chair disease was the talk of the movers. I believe at last count there were 40ish. That did not include the chairs that we used in the house. These are chairs found by the side of the road, chairs bought at garage sales, chairs that friends give me, chairs, chairs CHAIRS!!!! tall chairs, skinny chairs, chairs that has high backs. Fat chairs, ugly chairs, even chairs without a back. It’s chairs….. lots of chairs. It’s chairs I love and that’s that. ( you have to sing the last part like the Amour hotdog song! Google it)
When we emptied the storage unit a few weeks looking for my winter clothes…..chairs were again the topic of conversation as they were moved, moved and moved again. Here is a sample of the disease. Don’t judge.
I see beauty stacked around all of our belonging. At least you know who to see if you need a chair.
the girl who loves chairs