R E F L E C T I O N 

Chair Person

Chicken breasts sat on styrofoam trays. 
Peas hid in the freezer. 
Potatoes, like cast off shoes, 
lay on the counter. 
Dinner would be late — once again.

I had picked up this chair for $5 at a local thrift shop. Like Goldilocks, it seemed "just right" to me. It was perfectly worn out with hints of green paint revealing a past life.


No seat, no problem. I can weave one! And so I did, way past dinner time. Obsessed with my project, I became lost in under & overs as twine scraped through my fingers.

We ended up with a handmade chair — for a few bucks, a few blisters, and a late night dinner. 

No so bad, right John...John?...John?