So based on the results of my latest reader survey, I am going to try a new approach to Wordless Wednesday. When I have time to write a description for my selected image I will do so and call it (Not quite) Wordless Wednesday. And when I am having a crazy week or traveling, I will revert back to Wordless Wednesday. Deal? Deal.
I took the above photo over the December holiday break. It is taken at the Fairmont Acapulco Princess hotel in Acapulco, Mexico where my husband and I spent two days prior t catching our Panama Canal cruise. In many ways the hotel reminded me of the Westin Kaanapali in Maui where we stayed for a week a couple of years ago. They both have that same height-of-the-70′s architecture style which has never been updated.
The hotel however is well kept up and as opposed to the Westin Kaanapali has a French chef running the food operations. And the food is exceptional. We had the buffet for all of our meals except one (which was room service) because the buffet food was really good, and I don’t usually like buffets. The property did have one high end Mexican restaurant, but I have a problem paying a premium for Mexican food, so we did not partake of their offerings. Oddly enough the second restaurant on the property was Italian, which for me is a bizarre choice for a property in Mexico.
The property is lovely and we enjoyed our brief stay. Each time on the walks from the gorgeous lobby to the restaurant which served the buffet we would pass the chair above and each time I would smile to think of many childhood memories that arose when I saw them.
When I was younger my father was stationed in Panama where we lived for four years. During that time my parents my parents picked up a love for rattan furniture, or maybe it was just all a young military family could afford. From the time we left Panama through the many moves that brought me into high school we had an entire living room full of rattan furniture and most importantly a rattan swing just like the one pictured above (except our was a single color or lighter rattan). Ours was not attached to the ceiling but rather hung on a metal base that swung over like a fish hook, hard to describe, sorry.
I have a ton of memories of this chair: reading in it, fighting over possession of it with my sister, and getting in big time trouble when my sister and I knocked it over! Funnily enough I had not thought about that chair in ages until I saw this guy hanging at the hotel. I am always fascinated by objects, songs or stories that bring back memories.
Do you have a favorite piece of furniture from your childhood?
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Lovely.
funny you should mention rattan. my father bought me some rattan doll furniture at the ben franklin store in gilmer, texas. it’s in mint condition save for one tear. that’s my favorite furniture. =) four years in panama – wow. i bet you have some adventure stories in those memories.
That chair is perfect.
I remember the built in bench under the large window in the living room where I grew up. It was made of leather and cracked in some parts. It was good people watching.
Yes! The radiator in our living room. It sat under a window looking up our street and it had a smooth (metal) cover over it. Must have been about a foot wide, which was plenty of room for my tush at the time. It’s where I sat and read all the time. I’d move around – sitting on it to warm my bum and legs, then when I’d get to hot, I’d sit on the windowsill and warm my feet on the radiator. No one else ever sat there – it was mine, all mine.
We didn’t have a favorite piece of furniture but me and my sisters did fight over a “favorite spoon”, the cherry in the fruit cocktail and the meatballs in canned spaghetti and meatballs.
@Julie – my sister fought over everything with one exception, we did have different taste in boys, otherwise you name it, we fought over it!
Andi, I share your love of France and most things French. I’ve lived in London for nearly 15 years, so my access to France is a lot better than when I was in America. We take 1 or 2 trips over the Channel every year for a weekend or a 2-week summer vacation in a farm cottage. My favorites are Paris and the Ile de Re, in the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of France.
Fittingly, my favourite piece of furniture is a French-style love seat with carved legs and a buttoned back. It was my grandmother’s and it came to me when she moved into a new apartment. I was 15. I curled up in it every day to read my books. It came with me across the country when I moved, and to London. Unfortunately it has had bad treatment. A friend who sublet my house let his cat pick the wool upholstery apart. Then, my son decided to use it as a trampoline to bounce around the room from seat to seat. The bottom is now touching the floor. It’s covered with a big throw. It has seen better days but I still love it.
Lisa (Your Great Life – ICLW #44)
What a beautiful picture. I’d love to be sitting in that chair right now