There was once a little dining Chair, a Parsons chair, actually. She had three sisters and was not in very bad shape. She just suffered from being born at the wrong time when furniture manufacturers thought it was a good idea to upholster the legs of the chair and in natural linen at that. So the family that had her to the dinner table every night finally cast she and her three sisters aside for chairs with real wooden legs.
Along came an upholsterer, who we shall call J, who for $20, was able to bring the entire family of Parson's Chairs home. They enjoyed their days with J- they were free to come and go as they pleased, they weren't expected to pick up after themselves and were basically left to their own devices. Everyone was happy.
But one day, the other three sisters got new dresses to wear to the ball. One got dressed in Jessica Jones's Orange Boardwalk, one in Candy Calliope and one in Candy Fireworks. They felt snazzy in their new clothes.
The three sisters went to Quilt Market in the Fall of 2008, but the last sister had to stay home. There wasn't room for her in the booth.
Then along came a queen, also known as Kay Whitt.
Kay wanted a special chair for her Quilt Market booth in October of 2010. J scouted around looking for the perfect chair- not too big, not too small- that could become a throne for a queen as deserving as Ms. Whitt. The little Chair hoped and hoped to be noticed and finally J thought perhaps she could work.
But J knew that that little square backed Chair could never be a throne, so she set to work creating a new back for the chair. J made a pattern on a piece of paper and then,
cut one-half inch MDF with a jig saw and voila, Chair had her new back.
J and Chair were very nervous about how this would work.
One layer of foam and it was close, but still nerve-wracking.
With the second layer of foam, J and Chair sighed big sighs of relief. They both became confident she could become a beautiful chair.
And both J and Chair knew when the rhinestone buttons went on the pink velvet, that she would be the most beautiful chair ever.
So Chair went to the ball and was possibly the most beautiful chair there.
And that made the Queen and Chair (and J) very happy. And Chair still writes her sisters about the great time she had at the ball.
PS. This is by far the sappiest post I've ever written. Blame it on reading too many children's stories. Anyway, enjoy Valentine's Day and know that my normal sarcastic self will be back soon!