(Somebody is being witty here.)
The chairs I have at my new place come from my grandparents. They have the neat advantage of not having cost me a dime, but if one looks at them for a prolonged period of time, one runs the risk of losing ones eyesight. And as much as I loved my mother's parents, I can't keep their chairs in this state just for good old times sake.
I admit, the chairs are still nowhere near Bauhaus, but they don't bite my rear end each time I sit on one of them, either.