The other day my friend Kate told me she had found a bright yellow chair. She happened upon it at the Habitat for Humanity Re-Store (if you haven't been to the one near you check it out!) She fell in love with the chair and brought it home for a mere $10. The chair found a new home in her playroom, where her children rocked in, played boat and read books. The chair was happy, the kids were happy and most of all, Kate was happy. Soon, though one of Kate's children started to itch. The itch turned to hives and the hives turned out to be an allergy to, you guessed it the chair. The bright yellow chair had to go. It was loaded back into Kate's van and prepped with much sadness from the children, the chair and as you guessed, Kate herself.
Now, Kate knows I have a fondness for quirky brightly colored objects. She also knew how happy I had been for her at the discovery and adoption of the chair. Kate decided to make a last ditch effort to give the chair a home. Knocking at my door in the rain, she pled the chair's case when I answered. She had vacuumed and cleaned and done everything she could do, it wasn't the chair's fault. The hive afflicted child was sensitive, no one else had been affected. Would I give the chair a chance?
Would I give the chair a chance? In a home filled with wayward pets, children and people what was one wayward chair? The chair moved in.
And made itself at home. It caused a major furniture reshuffle in our diminutive family room. It ousted the last resident of it's spot and sent it to the netherlands of the dining room where it took up residence in a neglected corner brightening things considerably.
The chair was happy, I was happy and even Kate was happy, being saved the return trip to the Re-Store and finding a good home for her bright yellow chair.
Did I mention Halloween was happy too?