The second special thing about this chair is that I rescued it. Technically, I rescued it twice. I made it; rather I put it together from two old chairs and some bits and bobs.
This is our story, mine and the chairs:
Many years ago now, I was not living somewhere safe and secure. The only place I could find to rent at short notice and without getting rid of most of the few things I had was actually a storage space under an old style high set house. I could use their kitchen and bathroom at least but to say my room was a "bedroom" is a joke. It was a storage space. It had an old lumpy bed and a little side table. The floor was dirt and the floor of the house above was unsealed so my wake up call every morning was sand and grit raining down on my face from above as the little girl of the house ran around getting ready for school. There was no electric light, I had a small battery powered one but not enough to read or study by. There was a wardrobe of sorts, but it had no doors.
But then, one day, my favourite thing ever happened: Hard Rubbish Collection! You guys, it's like an op shop but it's free and on everyone's lawn, as if you didn't know I'd love that!
I saw the blue chair frame in my immediate neighbour's pile. I saw it had no seat. I stroked the chair frame and told it "I wish I could fix you, then I could keep you and save you. I'll save myself one day." because paying actual money to live in a storage space drives you a little bit batty.
For two days I thought about that lovely chair frame. I liked the colour and the shape.
Then, the day before pickup in my area, I went out for a walk. I decided to go down a street I'd never been down before, just to see what was there. That's when I saw it: a clinical, boring-looking ubiquitous metal chair with it's seat detached. The seat was not exactly pretty, but it was intact and functional, so I grabbed it, along with a bag of coat hangers to get my clothes out my suitcase and in the "wardrobe".
I took it back to my room and then went and grabbed the frame. I sat the seat on the chair and looked at it. It fit! I planned to go to an op shop the next day and buy some fabric or an old sheet or something to decorate it a bit. It was about five o'clock by now so all the op shops were closed.
But the more I looked at it, the more I had to fix it absolutely now! I opened my wallet to see if I could afford KMart. $20. It'll have to do, I had a chair to save!
I bought a pink single bed sheet to cover the seat, a hammer and nails to hold all the bits together and on my way out, the craft section caught my eye. I thought it would be nice if I could tie-in the delicate blue of the chair with the bright pink of the seat somehow. I bought some pastel coloured paints and some butterfly decals and ended up making this design:
I was never quite able to fix the seat on properly. It held for a bit, but came loose again.
There is something very special about this chair.