Posted on Mar 29, 2009 in Furniture

The joke around here is that we have a chair-chive in the basement.  When I was small we had these very, very groovy chairs on the patio under the very-southern-california patio roof that dad built.  The chairs allowed one to admire the half wine barrels full of flowers and hanging cymbidiums, orchids and the like.   The chairs left a significant pattern on bare skin, but I’d still love to have them back.  Recently I’ve run across a spate of vintage patio goodness.  It makes me feel nostalgic for the little orchid fingers. It started when I saw one on the Flora Grubb site, and...

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