I'm not sure what to call it, antique-ing or flea marketing, but whatever it is, Mom and I have spent some serious quality time doing it. This is the fabulous orange vinyl chair I haggled for in Paragould. I've just dumped it in my room for now, but I have big plans for this chair. The seat is in decent shape and could easily be reupholstered, but I really love the architecture of this fabulous little chair. Its just so simply pretty and functional.
Perhaps even better, on our way home from purchasing it, we stopped to check on Dad in the hay field. We took the chair down from my truck bed, and Dad sat in it while eating lunch. We got some strange looks from bypassers.