So y’all know I have a thing for chairs right? I am addicted to a cute chair. I think its due to my fear of commitment. Putting a bold fabric or painting a loud color on a couch seems crazy but doing the same on a chair seems a no-brainer. Chairs are to me what Lolita was to Humbert.
Okay, re-reading that last sentence, I realize someone may take me literally on that statement. To clarify, I have never had relations with someone who is underage, illegal or for that matter a girl. But I was merely stating that I love me a tarted up bold upholstered chair. Now that we have cleared that up…….
I broke down and bought the chair that I profiled last week in my post “Thrift Store Beauties“. Let me introduce you to my chair version of Lolita:
Right now, it’s covered in cat hair and is sitting in my garage. However, I couldn’t pass it up for $30 (including tax). I have a design job coming up in San Francisco that this chair could be used. But, on the off-chance the client doesn’t want to use it, I could envision it sitting in my guest room replacing an Ikea Poang chair I have longed to make disappear from life. If the chair does find a home with me, it would be sprayed a “greige” tone and the cushions recovered in silver or navy blue velvet. Perhaps a navy blue mohair trimmed in white piping.
Okay, I am getting a bit giddy over the possibilities. I have to go now and stare at her. I hope the Grande Dame doesn’t get jealous of my new-found love….