As a little girl, I spent a lot of time with my Granny in her kitchen.
This stool was a fixture there.
I can't begin to count the number of times it was pulled up to the counter so I could reach and help roll out dough for pies or any number of other kitchen help activities. Or, the number of times I would sit on it while we shared an ice cold Dr. Pepper and a handful of peanuts.
And now it resides in my kitchen, patiently awaiting little helpers.
I promise to have ice cold drinks and snacks to share.