A Grand Chair from Selma, Alabama

I found this large chair tucked away on the second floor of a tired-looking old building that serves as an antique shop in Selma, Alabama. 

It  reminds me of a lolling chair, the type Mr. Scrooge sits in as he eats his gruel in front of the little fireplace in his bedroom.  Since I don't have a fireplace in my bedroom, I decided to try it out in the main room of the log cabin. 


I struggled to get the two pink Chippendale chairs upstairs ( sixteen steps)  to a more suitable setting.  Then I removed the televison by rerouting  the cable wires to the back of the house where I have my computer, craft tables, and books, all mixed in with a hodge-podge of old  furniture.


My back room is basically a  sad combination of styles but solving that will have to wait for a better day or a bigger house.


Yet the good news is that now the log room  has taken a giant leap forward to being all primitive. 

My father gathered  a five gallon bucket of walnuts for me last year so I am going to get a fire going and boil them in one of the iron pots outside and dye the curtains I made from dollar store sheets, since I now think that they are too light.  I hope the walnut stain will give them a nice shade of brown.




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The gate leg table under the portrait of Uncle Jonathan is from the 1780's and I raised one side to combat my tendency to line furniture up around the wall.  ( My instinct to line up furniture comes from 34 years of teaching school and lining up the children's desks in rows.)




 I have yet to locate a hunt board, but have that abiding faith that one is waiting for me somewhere.


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 Someone said that when you no longer have wants, needs, or desires, you are out of the game.  


Even better, I read that when your memories of the past outweigh your hopes for the future, you are really out of the game. 


It's a struggle for me sometimes, but as the verse says,  I'm not looking back, but I'm pressing on, toward the prize of the high calling of our God.