Not an orphan - part two

It's been a while since I posted here - not because there have been no chair orphans to photograph. Mostly because it was getting a little excessive screeching to a stop every time I spied an abandoned chair.

Chairs are the casualties of moving day and they clutter alleyways  - often early in the month when leases are up and people head out to their new places.

Not an abandoned casualty is my desk chair, newly covered, sporting it's hound's tooth seat cover. The pattern is a sly nod to the hound of the house, shown here snoozing in the sun:

Not original

So it turns out there are couch orphan blogs. Apparently abandoned couches are part of the street furniture that graffiti artists love. I have to admit, I've been tempted to take pictures of couches, sofas, chesterfields, whatever. Here's a batch I've been meaning to post:

Adopted

My definition of a chair orphan continues to take shape. A chair that's for sale in a store, garage sale or any other type of business is not an orphan. How about a chair that's part of a heap in the back of a pick-up truck? Probably an orphan.

But the following chairs are not orphans because I've adopted them:

This chair, they say, originated from The Breaker's Pub in Point Roberts. No doubt it's seen some good times.

The chair below is the one that got this whole chair-orphan ball rolling. I can see it all refurbished, sporting some plush brown velvet upholstery. I'll have to save my pennies though - that kind of face lift doesn't come cheap.

Chair deletion

That's what happens when you leave your pictures on your camera rather than saving them. I was collectng a few more chair orphan pictures to post here, but then accidentally deleted them. I hope I've learned my lesson.

Note: after writing this sad treatise on chair deletion, I discover the pictures (though not very impressive) are actually not at all deleted, but safely stored on my memory stick.

Needs a little sandpaper and a few nails

...but it could be all shiny and new in time for patio season.

A motley crew

Today's run was around a rougher neighbourhood, an behold a rougher collection of orphans.

But this one, though in a rough neighbourhood, is holding up very well. It needs a home with lots of space. I hope someone picks it up before the rain starts.

Not an orphan

This is John's chair. He found it in an alley, refinished the wood and had it re-upholstered. Just goes to show how great a chair orphan can be.