I can't remember how long this chair has been shoved in the back of our garage. Most likely it was called "home" to a good number of mice. But even before that, it took up residence in a dumpster. My dad just happened upon it one day at work, and in true father fashion, the good man dug it out and brought it home. With it's back broken, it was in sorry shape, and he ended up passing it along to me. Thanks, Dad! And thank you, Ruth (mil) for working your magic on her!
The material is beautiful! The slight texture is perfect and just what I was looking for.