This is our “Watch Bunny”.
She’s pretty quiet. But we
believe without a doubt that no
intruder will
Ever. . .
Get through those French doors.
The Painted Chair
melt. . .
She said to me, “let’s do an art project”! I had just been on a home tour with a friend
and in one of the kitchens on the tour there was this painted stool with words
and colors all over it. I remembered a
chair from my parents kitchen that had been sitting in our garage
for years. So I headed to the garage to
retrieve it. Then headed to my paint
cupboard and brought out every color of paint I could find. That day
“The Painted Chair”
was given life.
I knew with each stroke of paint that day that this chair
was going to be more than
just a painted chair.
. .
It was going to become a chair of
“memories”. . .
At the end of the day we both signed the chair and made this
rule, before you could sign the chair you
had to have made something in our kitchen. It could be as simple as
brewing a pot of
coffee. . .
Thus began the journey
of
“The Painted Chair”.
That was 7 years ago and today the chair tells a story of
everyone who has passed through our kitchen
and home.
Life for me is all about creating history and memories with
friends and family. And I know one day
this chair is going to
read like a history
book. . .
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