{"id":929,"date":"2012-08-19T14:23:38","date_gmt":"2012-08-19T18:23:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/?p=929"},"modified":"2012-10-10T16:54:55","modified_gmt":"2012-10-10T20:54:55","slug":"something-about-chairs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/2012\/08\/19\/something-about-chairs\/","title":{"rendered":"Something About Chairs"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>What is it about chairs at the side of the road that stops me in my tracks?\u00a0 I had something completely different to post about today and then I saw the four perfectly good, albeit old, chairs outside the dumpster. A little sanding and paint, new fabric on the cushions, remove the caning and replace it with the same fabric as the new seats\u2026I\u2019M OUT OF ROOM IN MY HOUSE or I would rescue them.\u00a0 It must be something about bulk trash days that brings all the chairs to the curb as I\u2019m driving by from wherever.\u00a0 These old chairs are right outside my window.\u00a0 Aggghhh<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t even know I had a fascination with chairs until Sandra pointed out that nearly every framed photo in my home has a chair in it.\u00a0 And here I thought I was fascinated with gardens and\u00a0porches\u2026.apparently I was in denial.<\/p>\n

The more I think about it the more it rings true.\u00a0 When I left Oak Tree Road to come to Stowe Lane I brought very little with me.\u00a0 My spoons, of course, my clothes, some kitchen stuff, some other stuff, my Grandmother\u2019s metal top kitchen table and the following: fabulous blue slipper chair, two folding mahogany chairs that belonged to Grandmamma, a wingback in a subtle oriental floral, my father\u2019s wingback, a 1929 rattan for the porch, two rattan arm chairs from the set left behind on Oak Tree Rd, the reproduction swivel desk chair for my office, hhmmmmm.\u00a0 Oh yeah and the Adirondack chair I rescued from the dumpster by hauling it in the back of a 750LI.<\/p>\n

Ok I love chairs.\u00a0 Maybe it has to do with a funny saying my mother had when we were kids and only half sitting on the kitchen chair at dinner, \u201cSit right, the rent\u2019s paid.\u201d\u00a0 Meaning you didn\u2019t have to high tail it for the door if the landlord came knocking.\u00a0 Maybe I find it comforting, maybe it\u2019s the style, maybe it\u2019s the design, maybe it\u2019s that its individual meant just for your butt.\u00a0 Who knows?<\/p>\n

I put on an all-out search for two additional dining room chairs to complement my four existing chairs.\u00a0 Notice I didn\u2019t say match the other chairs, I\u2019m not a matchy matchy kind of girl.\u00a0 But complement it must.\u00a0 Lend itself to that collected over time, I\u2019ve got a story to tell, I\u2019ve been here for years vibe of my home it must.<\/p>\n

I’ll always take note of an interesting chair, can’t pass it up.\u00a0 I have a Pinterest board called Something about Chairs.\u00a0 As do many other people on Pinterest, I\u2019m finding out.\u00a0 The names vary from \u201cFor the Love of Chairs\u201d to \u201cChair Fetish\u201d (also a group on Flickr), \u201cChairs, Chairs, Chairs\u201d, \u201cUnique Chairs\u201d\u2026 you get the picture.\u00a0 Point is I\u2019m not alone.<\/p>\n

So what\u2019s the attraction for all these people? <\/em>Unframed<\/em> is a blog of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art intended to create a conversation about the art and artists of LACMA, Los Angeles, and Southern California.\u00a0 They recently had a blog post entitled, wait for it, \u201cWhat is it about Chairs?\u201d\u00a0 I kid you not.\u00a0 They asked John Kapel why chairs have such allure. \u201cHe gave a thoroughly compelling explanation of why chairs are particularly expressive opportunities for a designer. \u00a0According to Kapel, a chair is a showpiece, one that is often positioned in a living room such that it can be appreciated from many different angles \u2013 unlike, say, a sofa, which typically sits against a wall. He also explained the complex geometry of a chair, its assortment of lines and angles that invite design innovation. And he made the point that, unlike, say, a table, a chair cradles the human body, and reflects our physicality<\/em>.\u201d\u00a0 See\u2026it does come down to \u201csit right, the rent\u2019s paid\u201d.\u00a0 To read the entire post, http:\/\/lacma.wordpress.com\/2011\/12\/22\/what-is-it-about-chairs<\/a> , it has even more interesting chair masters works and conversation.<\/p>\n

To me I think there\u2019s always a story.\u00a0 An object being kicked to the curb when it still has use bothers me. If something belonged to someone special and you can picture them in it or you can feel their energy when you sit in it that becomes amazing to me.\u00a0 When you can be enveloped in comfort and wonderful fabric then it\u2019s the tactile nature of it that I love.<\/p>\n

Then there are all the chair idioms, grab a chair, pull up a chair, nearly fell off my chair, play first chair, play musical chairs, keep you on the edge of your seat, there’s never a bad thing said about chairs. To sum it up there is a magnet on my microwave from Curly Girl Designs (www.curlygirldesigns.com):\u00a0 A good cook knows it\u2019s not what is on the table that counts but what is in the chairs. \u00a0That\u2019s where I live, mismatched chairs and all.\u00a0I know like I know I just love chairs.<\/p>\n

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ps. It’s not just me…Nicole found one she loved too.\u00a0 It resides in her office, just sayin.<\/p>\n

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I never thought about chairs before \u2013 why would I?<\/p><\/div>\n

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