Granny Hirsch was all frustrated. Her easy chair had springs popping out all over, and the cat had made mincemeat of the fabric. What to do, what to do?

The chair was too big and cumbersome for Granny to edge out onto the sidewalk herself. Think, think.

Then one day she saw me walking my precious little hound dogs past her house and, knowing that I'm an "antique nut" (don't you just love it?), asked if I could do something with the chair, which she just hated to throw out.

Well, I'm a smallish sort of fellow with endless back complaints, so I wasn't all that hot to trot on the idea of taking Granny's chair off her hands. Not easily discouraged, one day Granny just threw caution to the winds. She strapped on her kidney belt, tossed the chair into the back of her Volvo wagon, and rang my doorbell!!!

Now what self-respecting recycler could look such a gift horse in the mouth? Not I! Granny dragged that moth-eaten old thing in my garage before I could say "Jack Robinson!"

And here we are a few short months later, all reupholstered, re-sprung, re-webbed, re-stuffed, and missing only Granny's doilies (oops, cat hair missing, too). Mmmm.. Granny would be very comfy surrounded by that soft cotton velvet fabric, and she'd be sooooooo happy with my choice of a festive tapestry fabric for the seat!

PURE AMERICAN COMFORT, FOLKS!!!

Dimensions: 33 front-to-back, 34 high, 37 wide

SO sorry, granddaddy bought it! SOLD!!