Our corner high chair usually occupies its space in all innocence. It's been a patient piece of furniture, happy to stand by until noisily called upon. We were far from the first to summon it to a family table. And now it passes time more quietly than ever.
Today it celebrates an excess of ruffles and lace, its rungs all strewn in godetias and christening gown. It's more like a monument or mantel now. A high chair can do much more when it's finally retired than support a potted plant!
One lace trimmed doily is enough to carry the theme over the top.
This antique gown is nearly in tatters, yet still gorgeous as can be. It's a contest between the flowers or linen as to which is prettier. . . . a win-win proposition. . . .
Doesn't she look just like a princess?
I wonder if I should give her a name!
Have a great week friends--
And best of luck catching up to all that springing forward!
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