She (One's mother, not the cat's) changed her name to Kate, after her own mother Kate, on retiring from a life of full time work and taking herself off to art college at 60. The screen siren thing must have palled by then.
When One was only 8 years in the world, Kate moved herself and her three children from a one bedroom flat to a two bedroom house with a sleepout and a garden.
And it was too.
One inherited two cane chairs when Kate went off to the great tea party in the sky.
The cane chairs haven't always looked like this. In fact they have only looked like this for about a week. They have had many incarnations, these cane chairs, firstly necessitated by sitting for two long weeks out in the weather in Darwin in 1974 after Cyclone Tracey. Two of the four were unrecoverable but these two go on being reinvented at One's whim.
It doesn't matter what way One looks at them, Mother's cane chairs speak tomes about her - and One - and the fabric of our lives.
Lynne Tanner of SOCIAL FABRIC designed and printed this bespoke fabric for One's Cane Chairs.
Thank you Lynne. And thank you Matt too, for rejuvenating One's Cane Chairs with such love and joy.