thrift store finds. As I stood in the thrift store,
I thought I heard it call to me:
"Joy, buy me please!
I'm only ten dollars.
You know you have a soft spot for wing back chairs.
Look at the detail on my legs.
I'm unusual. And you like the unusual.
I'd look great spray painted.
I'd be pretty easy to reupholster.
Please don't leave me here.
I want to go home with you!" Now I'm beginning to question,
WAS I CRAZY? OR WHAT?