Little blue chair my grandfather brought from Mexico for me when I was 6. I took it out into the garden to pose among the flower for the Sunday post:: sentimental value. Those were sweet moments moving this treasure around from place to place while I remembered the curly headed little girl who first owned this chair. How I took the chair to school for show and tell and the teacher did a whole unit on Spanish because of it. This is the only thing I remember Grandpa ever gave me, too.

See it even says Mexico.. Those are Mexican marigold in the background. Did any one else have a mexican chair when they were young?