Grandfather's Chair...

I remember this chair from when I was little. It was at my Nana's house. Bought by by Grandfather (my mum's dad) when he was sick. So, this chair is probably about 36+ years old. Older even, than me.

At my Nana's house, this chair had the best position in the lounge room. Right in front of the TV, near the door to the kitchen. Soooooo many cousin photos were taken in this chair. I remember thinking that it was enormous. All 15 of us and my Nana would fit comfortably (it seemed) in and around the chair.
When my Aunt moved from Gin Gin down to Victoria, we went over to pick up some bunk beds for the girls, and she offered us this chair. I jumped at the chance. I loved this chair. In the absence of my actual family being around me, I thought this chair would remind me at all times about my family, and it does.

But its age is starting to show...

The top of the chair is starting to droop...probably because for as long as I can remember, my Aunts would come into the lounge from the kitchen lean on the back of it to talk to everyone watching TV or playing in the lounge. It was SUCH a good height to lean on! And, as cousins got taller and too big for the chair and the arm rests, we got to lean on the back (although I'm not actually sure I ever met the height criteria for a leaning position LOL)

So, I 'fixed' it...

And then the splits that had been straining burst... and the kids discovered the joys of picking out the foam... I can't even imagine how I would go about fixing this...

And the foot rest. Look how 'wonky' (for want of a better word LOL) it is. I remember as a kid launching my smaller cousins into the air, just by sitting them on the footrest and the quickly reclining...I guess it took its toll...

And as gross as the chair is, I can't bear to throw it out. It is just too filled with memories. I know one day I will have to bite the bullet, but just not today:)