If a piece of furniture could tell a story, this highchair would have several chapters. This was the highchair that my sister and me used as babies(Chapters 1 & 2). Many great memories were made in this chair and there are many more to come. I am guessing it's at least 39 years old (sorry sis!).
It was originally a wonderful shade of yellow and my extremely talented sister refinished it back in 2008 when her daughter was born. She did an awesome job. Both my niece (now 5 1/2) and nephew (almost 2) used it (Chapters 3 & 4) , and now my son will be able to use it (Chapter 5). It's in perfect shape. And my sewer-extraordinaire of a mother even made a new cushion for it. I couldn't be happier with the way it looks!
I am so grateful that my parents decided to hold on this highchair for all these years. And I am very happy that my dining room (we don't' have am eat-in kitchen) will not be consumed by a new-age, gigantic, plastic highchair. We simply don't have room for one!
PS- I hope to dig up some photos of me and my sister in this same highchair to share. Stay tuned!
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pretty nice blog, following :)
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