old things

I love old things. Could this have been mentioned before?

My hotel chairs are all rusted and worn so many coats of paint. The green is light, the color of flower leaves as they come out in spring, bunny's nose pink and sometimes Easter white. The blue is still in that sweet early morning softness and then there is a bright fire engine red. It is Layer upon layer. I would love to hear the stories. Some of the chairs have sea shell backs, some have backs with cute little holes in them for ventilation, some have square backs. Seem they all have the same colors. Wonder if the patent office made them all sign a waiver to use only these colors - or sent everyone gallons of them? I am horrible - I love to fleck the paint off as I sit. I wonder if it hurts?

Wish one day as I sit and drink my wine they would all chat and tell me their tales. What hotel they were at - one at the Broadmoor another at a motor court...don't you know they would have such great things to tell? I am sure they had a love hate relationship with the kids!