This is the one family heirloom that my sister and I might actually eventually fight over. We have always called it “the umbrella chair,” but I think it’s actually called a canopy chair. This chair always kept a prominent spot in my mother’s mother’s house (trailer) while I was growing up. Snagging a spot in this chair during family gatherings was always a tough job, as everyone always wanted to sit in it. Its red velour and tiny little brown thatched roof were like a big ol’ retro hug. I want that in my house some day, even though the upholstery needs a major overhaul. This thing has been sitting in my parents’ loft for years, sadly neglected.
Frown.
Also, if the title of this post puts a song in your head, then I hope that means you loved the show as much as I did when I was a kid.