Chicks and The Chair

Life has been throwing sour grapes at me lately and this morning I decided to take the bull by the horns.

I took a drive. In my 19 and 95 Ford pickup. Down the country roads. Windows down. Music up. After getting some nutrition (cheetos and Dr. Pepper), I hit the back roads for some garage saling.

I found this chick pretty early on.

She and her chick sisters made me smile out loud. They happen to dance in the wind, dodging sour grapes as they boogie.

And then? I found it. The chair. Ahhhhh, this chair. Listen here. I let the chicks sit in it for a picture, but they had to shove me off the throne first. I am loving this chair!

I have a thing for stuffing. It's just a sign of life, to me. Life that's been here. Life that has lived on and around this seat of mystery. Life with sour grapes and all.

One of my girlfriends asked me to give a story about the chair. But, y'all are creative! Y'all make up a story about the life and times of this chair and leave it in the comments, k? Oh! I'll give you the known, and you go from there. This is going to be fun!

Per the nice man at the garage sale, this chair came from a 90+ year old house in Greenville, Texas. He and his wife are real estate flippers and they rescued the chair from one of the upstairs rooms of the old house.

Ok. Go.

Happy Weekend and Happy Now, my friends!

~Mindy