When I lived in Virginia, ‘everyone’ there was mad for pimatives — little chairs & stools most esp. Back were I come from, Wisconsin, that stuff doesn’t exist much because folks look at the old ’stick furnature’ and toss it into fire pits. They enjoyed it as a way to light & warm the cool night, and never thought it had value past ‘tinder’ or ‘fuel.’ I know, I know primative lovers weep — or want to form an angry mob with torches (likely the wick is vintage clothing which they view as rags lol)