Inspiration: Furniture found in Baguio
I realize how difficult it is to find good, comfortable chairs.
These days, they look funky, colorful and hip.
But I just want weathered, having-a-history-or-a-story-to-tell chairs cradelling my bum.
This particular beauty caught me when my feet would carry me no longer, and a fresh brew of mountain coffee was set on the table, all for me.
Bliss. Joy. Content.
My body unlocked its muscles to stretch and accommodate my mood.
This is what cheap thrills and living life is for me.
A good view, family around you, coffee made with love and
a chair that has seen and heard many tales during its life.
It was an honor.
