I am a Restorer of Fine Things

I am a chair rehabilitator and I have the triceps to prove it. Along the same lines as a certain house plagued with gold frosted mirrors and a handsome set of lockers, when I saw these two old ladies, I immediately saw their chair beauty within. It only took a few sessions with me and my sandpaper and here they are:

One has been crowned the new "hot seat" at our dinner table (where a certain lucky young man or lady gets to sit and be "it" for the night), and the other is living as I like to say, just sitting around and looking good.

I am a Bag Lady

I have never been friends with "the purse." Give me a bag any day, but please, not a purse. Bags are useful and sturdy. Solid, and slung over a shoulder. Bags are Style. I could find use for a thousand bags, but not a purse. Never a purse. Why? Are purses and bags so different? Just ask Mary Poppins. No, I've never even owned a purse- except maybe during middle school. But everybody's been to middle school, so who can judge?

Yes, bags are for me. They call to me and I hearken. Backpacks, diapers bags, bags slung cross-wise over my shoulder. Can I hold it without it holding me? That's the measure of a bag's creation. Give me a good, rich bag any day. Just don't call it a purse.

His, hers, and the one in between- a birthday present from a friend- made from a sweater.