This is Nonna's chair.
Not my Nonna but the nonna of the family who lived over the road from my parents.
A family who became good friends of my family.
Nonna lived in a unit next door to the rest of the family and her entire home seemed to be decorated in beige and brown.
Her clothes were also beige and brown.
Visiting her was like going into a very soft place, like inside a mushroom house.
Poor old Nonna developed dementia and eventually had to go to a nursing home and some of her things were sold off.
Mum bought this chair and had it reupholstered and gave it to me.
We call it the purple chair because it came with a long ago lost purple cushion.
It is a classic mid century fireside chair.
My Granny had one that had lost it spring support underneath and so newspapers had been stacked under the cushion to give better support ( very uncomfortable).
This is where I knit when the fire is alight and there is no sunshine on the couch.
A knitter must be warm.
The chair badly needs to be reupholstered again but in the meantime it wears a shawl of crocheted Granny goodness.
The rug over the arm of the chair is tucked under the seat, it makes for a softer spot for my elbow and stops the yarn from falling on to the floor and getting dirty or being attacked by a passing cat.
The other chair arm stays open to let the fire's warmth through.
It is amazing how cold you can get when you sit still for long periods getting knitting done.
I sometimes stand in front of the fire too, for a change in position and to warm my legs.
It's handy to wear an apron with a big pocket to hold the ball of wool, then you can even walk around knitting if the spirit moves you.
My Studio, my home.