Once upon a time...

bare with me!  

I know, nobody starts their blog with these words... however.

A long time ago a girl returned from a broken love affair and a hard but magical life living in the highlands.

Being self sufficient is a tough old call on a relationship especially one which was doomed from the off!  An old boyfriend turned up when he heard I was newly single.  He, it would appear had been waiting patiently in the wings.  The lass had more sense when she was nineteen than she did subsequently, sad to say.

He caught her on the rebound, five years scratching about to make enough to survive, let along thrive was a hard call.

The old saying... When poverty comes in the door, love flies out of the window, is so true.

I walked away!

This was it when first bought, featured in a watercolour of my little York cottage.

This is it now.

From the N W coast of Scotland I found myself in York.  I had a tiny two up, two down terraced cottage very near the river Ouse.

  I had very little money. 

I needed furniture and this chair,

was discovered in an antique emporium.  I fell in love with it and had to have it.  My heart was hurting from the last falling in love!  I decided  that the ninety pounds was well outside my price bracket so it wasn’t for me.  Walking down the street I thought, if it is comfortable I could justify buying it.  So back I went and settled my  bum ceremonially into this most magnificent of chairs.  It was so cosy the dye was caste.

In those days it was upholstered in faded damask.  It had supernatural powers; I would sit for what seemed like hours staring vacantly into space, all the while the hurt was healing. 

Since then it has two looks, a lovely Liberty abstract linen union.  Trouble was, it wasn’t very well done.  This is the last 

one, still not sure if the fabric is quite right?

What do you think?