Chair-ished Memories

I remember a wicker-mesh rocking chair just like this one in the house where I grew up. The collective weight of the family's asses put a dent in one spot of the wicker that ultimately broke and we had to have the seat re-woven and the color of the back and seat never matched again.

I was also informed by Monk that I should warn people when I link to pictures that have women what got no clothes on. Consider yourself warned.