Ten years goes by - there are sags, dirt and wrinkles. The chairs goes to the back porch. The chair knows it’s in decline but it can’t help it. It’s the family’s fault. The chair’s biggest fear is getting banished to the garage. Sadly there are three things that could happen at this point– garge sale, unknown home, or The Curb.
But life doesn’t have to go that way. The garage doesn’t have to be the end, it could be the beginning. There is nothing like a good old chair and a lovely new slipcover. It’s like the Black Beauty of chairs–it can end up in a new place. It is the Beloved chair again.