(Please excuse the bombardment of posts, it's the first opportunity I have had for a bit...)
My cousin and I were walking home the other day, and we found this little beauty abandoned and broken and all dried out and crusty on the side of the road.
AH-HA! I thought. Not only can I be addicted to doilies and bad crochet, but I can have a rocking chair too for the full grandma effect. My darling cousin took it home for me (seriously, what a legend!) and I washed it down, sanded it a bit, oiled it a lot and glued the bits back on....
...plus of course, made some cushions and whipped out my awesome granny rug. Not sure if it is cushioned-up enough yet, though. I have also re-discovered the beauty of chai, so I might spoil myself, venture into the Indian store to get spices and make some so I can sit in my chair, rock, knit and drink tea and listen to Nina Simone. Fantastic. Night. In.