Three years ago, an elderly gentleman who lived across the street from us passed away. His name was Kingsley. He was a classy man who sat out on his porch reading the paper. I loved the way he slept in late and seemed to enjoy his little East York garden so much.His relations are still clearing away some of Kingsley's furnishings. I garbage picked this chair the other day. I just loved the style and the colour of the seat covering. This looks sixties to me. What do you think? My husband didn't love it as much as I do, but he told me he'd help me fix it up.
There's a little bit of wear and tear. I'm wondering if I could get it professionally mended.
There's a tiny bit of wear on the wood, but this is an easy fix. I guess I'm a bit of a sentimental picker, but I had to have it.