I love the collection of green McCoy. It was one of the potteries from Ohio that was so prolific in the 40's. The tallest piece in the center back was a wedding gift to my parents in 1940.
There's just something comforting to me about an old wicker chair that has less paint than more.......lit by a 50's lamp that was my Grandma's. Two of my girlfriends found the chair fabric as a complement to fabric I was having made into slipcovers. Gave me a drawing of how to have the bottom cushion made (I sewed the rest and I'm no seamstress) Aren't girlfriends great? When I sit there I have warm thoughts of them in their homes in Texas.
I hope the sun is shining on you today. :)