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Weathered

Our living room’s recliner Is a comfy place to sit. My husband beats me to it But I let him, I admit. It’s Stickley-style with lovely oak And cushions looking weathered. That crinkly rustic look, once cool, Now needs to be releathered. An estimate that we received From one whose site seems made for it Surprised me for in truth it was More than what we once paid for it! For now, we’ll stick with what we’ve got. Although it’s far from peak, Our chair, while looking shabby, Might just pass as “shabby chic.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 3/2/2016 4:29:00 AM
- Home sweet home ..... lovely, Ilene :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 3/1/2016 7:37:00 PM
Very entertaining, Irene. Always a fun read. Peace my dear:)
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Date: 3/1/2016 7:23:00 PM
Very good rhythm and flow...fun!fun,fun!
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Date: 3/1/2016 7:22:00 PM
A comforting piece...both the poem and the recliner.
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