I can't find a picture of my little rocking chair before I started repainting, but I will. My Uncle Eddie saved this chair. In South Louisiana it was rare to go to someone's house and not see these little armless rocking chairs. As a child it was a big deal for me when I could finally sit and touch the floor. Before that no arms made me worry I'd fall out at any minute. They were all plain brown wood with a needlepoint seat. Going to make it my own. Stay with me.
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LottieSomeone said I was delusional. I nearly fell off my unicorn.
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