Photograph by Josephine Pollard Words by Frank Think
Who has a hobby that is so amazing you can’t wait to get to it at the end of a days work? I always thought hobbies were for geeks, or people who didn’t enjoy work and needed to find some value with yet more wasted hours. Sure, as a young boy I used to play with train sets, then in teen years took up taking apart a mini, spending months reassembling it and drove it once before crashing into a wall! But by the end of my teen years the thought of a hobby drifted away to be reserved as activities for ‘special people.’ Well, surprise the hint of a hobby has crept back into my life and it has come in the form of chairs!
Yes, out of the blue a fascination for chairs, ‘chairists,’ has flourished in a recess of my brain as mould grows on a fine cheese. I suspected something was amiss a few years ago when I attended auctions and came home with sets of dinning room chairs. Over time this peculiar chairist behaviour has developed into a life of its own. The house is filled with assorted chairs. When they first come home I lovingly clean, polish and dress them in fresh new fabrics before finding just the right place where they can hold court in their regal finery. I even find myself taking pictures of chairs that ‘call’ for appreciation and just last week I signed up to a 10-week community college upholstery class.
If anyone knows of a jolly decent support group that specializes in chairianism therapy please let me know…it’s the chairs they know what I’m thinking, or is it the mould in my brain?
Hobbies, For Everyone Or ‘Special People’?
Who has a hobby that is so amazing you can’t wait to get to it at the end of a days work? I always thought hobbies were for geeks, or people who didn’t enjoy work and needed to find some value with yet more wasted hours. Sure, as a young boy I used to play with train sets, then in teen years took up taking apart a mini, spending months reassembling it and drove it once before crashing into a wall! But by the end of my teen years the thought of a hobby drifted away to be reserved as activities for ‘special people.’ Well, surprise the hint of a hobby has crept back into my life and it has come in the form of chairs!
Yes, out of the blue a fascination for chairs, ‘chairists,’ has flourished in a recess of my brain as mould grows on a fine cheese. I suspected something was amiss a few years ago when I attended auctions and came home with sets of dinning room chairs. Over time this peculiar chairist behaviour has developed into a life of its own. The house is filled with assorted chairs. When they first come home I lovingly clean, polish and dress them in fresh new fabrics before finding just the right place where they can hold court in their regal finery. I even find myself taking pictures of chairs that ‘call’ for appreciation and just last week I signed up to a 10-week community college upholstery class.
If anyone knows of a jolly decent support group that specializes in chairianism therapy please let me know…it’s the chairs they know what I’m thinking, or is it the mould in my brain?
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