That chair, which I notice I called "my" papasan is one of several rattan chairs that we have had over the years---one a mamasan and one a basket chair that we hung from the ceilingand several that lived outdoors.
This is one that got picked up from someone's lawn early one garbage morning sans pillow. We were moving and it was so easy to find the perfect place for it in our new place, which I think must be the apartment we're in now. I'm so grateful.
There are other things that make this a happy place for me. This is the shelf that I can snuggle up to, which holds calming blue things and always has room for a glass of wine and a snack.
Life IS good.