Hello! This is a weekly feature where I share my photos with you. I carry my camera everywhere, and I constantly take pictures of things that excite me. Prepare to see lots of colours and patterns through my lens.
My boyfriend found The Armchair on the side of the road about 8 years ago, on the streets of his student town. He and a friend pushed it home (in a downpour, no less) and I’m shocked it didn’t die a mouldy death shortly thereafter. After graduation, my boyfriend somehow convinced his parents to take it home, and the chair was tucked in a room at the far end the house (i.e. hidden).
We’d see it every time we visited, and the chair acquired its own mythology. Over the years, I sort of fell in love with the chair and its story. That, ladies and gents, is called Stockholm Syndrome, and it explains how I ended up agreeing to be the new owner of this thing. Truth be told, it totally fits in with the kitschy rainbow that is my flat. I mean, seriously, it looks right at home next to my painting and purple chest of drawers.
p.s. This was meant ot go up last Friday but there was a technical glitch…so you might be getting two batches of photos this week!