A re-covered chair

I found this chair in my parents' garage. It used to sit in our old house, the one that I grew up in,  underneath the telephone. I remember it from when I was a young girl, sitting on it as I twirled the phone cord around my fingers, talking to a girlfriend in the kitchen. It's funny how certain things can spark such simple memories. It was a gem of a find in the midst of all of my parents' stuff, underneath a pile of old shoes and automotive parts. 

I dragged it home, in the car, on the long ride north - and brought it back to life.

Such simple things, such joyful memories.