Well, it happens to be an absolutely perfect rocking chair, scored at an antique sale on the weekend. For a nifty price. I saw it the weekend before, and didn't buy it. I thought about it all week, and decided that it would be the chair that I would sit on when I'm old and wrinkly and knitting away. My feet touch the floor. It doesn't rock back too far. And the spindles cradle your whole body perfectly - they're not uncomfortable at all, as you might imagine. I am in love.
The satisfaction of buying a well-made, solid wood, beautiful functional object with a history makes my core hum in a very happy way. So much more lovely than a soulless factory-made piece of synthetic, flimsy materials.Cathrinholm bowl. (For $5!)
It was a swimmingly lovely weekend for many more reasons; more on that later. Happy Monday!