The story of the sad little chair... and projects everywhere!
Today I went to my parents house. As some of you know I come from a family that has hoarding tendencies. I’m used to it now, so when I have to precariously balance to not trip on tools and stuff in the conservatory to get the house it barely registers I’m tiptoeing. I’m so used to seeing old oil drums, shopping trolleys, and random bits of metal in the garden that I don’t notice them now. For the past few months however, I have noticed this little tiny child’s rocking chair.