Yesterday, I was having a conversation with Brynn and she pointed out that I need to remember to do nice things for myself. Well, on the way home from paying our property taxes and being a little cranky about it, I saw a sign for an estate sale. I swear Squishy (my car) had a mind of her own. She followed the signs to this turn of the century brick house I've been lusting after for quite some time.
I was thrilled because I was finally going to get a chance to see the inside of this place, so of course I went in. Besides, I love estate sales. While I was checking out the house, I saw it. The chair. The chair of my dreams. It was like a light shone down from the heavens bathing the chair in a ethereal golden glow. Of course, that could have been because it was a sunny day and the chair was in front of the window, but I digress.
I'm pretty sure the little old lady running the sale knew she had me as soon as I walked into the room. She was totally right, of course, because look what I have in my living room!!!! (I also managed to talk her down quite a bit, too!!!!) It's so comfortable, really sturdy and in fabulous shape.
Herne approves of the new chair. This isn't the original upholstery which is good, since judging from the age of the chair, I'm guessing it would have been covered in mohair. Having spent much of my childhood in a house with mohair furniture, I'm thrilled that this is a cotton based fabric. As a bonus, it's in colors I like and that look perfect in my living room!
The carving on the back sold me. She reminds me of a cross between a Waterhouse model, a Rackham model and a Banshee. The boys have already started calling it the Banshee chair.
This is a closer view of her. I absolutely love old furniture. We have a lot of pieces that we've inherited or picked up at estate sales or rescued from houses that were about to be destroyed. Now we've gotten rid of the living room chair that was falling apart and I did something nice for myself. Thanks, Brynn. ;)