Everyone always seems to have a “chair” that they claim as their own. My grandfather (called Gran-Gran which was my version of grandfather) had “his” chair, Dad had a gold recliner, Mom had a covered rocker that has rocked four generations, I had a little wooden black rocking chair as a child and now I have a blue recliner and Alyssa had and has many chairs! Maybe it is something in my family, but a “chair” is often sentimental.
I’m not sure if these chairs are sentimental, but they definitely are artistic.
Which is your favorite? I think I would be scared of the “Growing Chair,” but I totally love the little man on “This Chair Construction.”
With my little black rocking chair, I used to kneel in front of it, look through the spokes in the back of the chair, and pretend to be a “bank lady.” I used my Monopoly money and pieces of paper that I had drawn to look like money. The great thing is that I had it out for Alyssa when she was younger and without me even telling her, one day she started playing “bank lady” through the spokes with Monopoly money. I still can’t believe that we both did the same exact thing!