This is my Uncle Norman’s thinking chair. We think he bought it in the 1930s when he was at University.
For most of his life though, it was beside the fire at the farmhouse on the southern border between Otago and Southland, where he would sit at night and read the newspaper or a book.
He’d have needed a nice chair to relax in; the farm he had required a lot of work to bring it into the kinds of verdant green rolling country you see in that area today.
The chair hasn’t always looked as good as this. We’ve just had it re-covered… which entailed it being completely disassembled and rebuilt with new cushions and covers by some super-skilled upholsterers.
I’m just pleased it’s back.
There’s so much good relaxing and pondering to be had from on it.
