My very special and only sister Therese celebrated her birthday in the weekend. She's recently returned home after a year-long writing fellowship in the States and has set up flat in Pt Chev with her lovely fella and fellow poet Lee. Their place urgently needed some furniture so Jack and I were stoked when we found two of these great chairs at a second-hand shop in Orewa.
We somehow managed to jam the pair into the back of the sedan and with no rear view and the boot hanging open we took the scenic route home. I gave the wooden arms a light polish, washed the calico covers and whipped up a couple of pretty cushions and they were good to go.