Okay, maybe that just happens to me, but that's what happened to me with this chair that I spotted at the Salvation Army:
I originally went there to hunt down a sideboard for our dining room. While browsing I found this chair in the corner. The wood was a little banged up, but nothing that a little paint couldn't fix. I sat in the chair and my rear end went right through the seat (no support underneath the cushion). The cushion looked easy to reupholster, in fact, I think the previous owner tried. All easy fixes...and then my brain started. I found a crack in the wood that extended cross wise down one of the arms, could I fix it? Is it a big deal? I don't know! And, where am I going to put it? What about my resolution to only by things if I know where it's going to go? Oh, heck, what about being spontaneous? Well, not in this economy young lady! Then I quickly rebutted with a "It's $15..." and my snarky half shut up.Yeah...that's how I talk to myself.
I walked away telling myself that I made a good decision. Who knows if that arm would have cracked off? And where was I going to put it?
That day I went home and figured out a place...kick. Then as the last 2 weeks past, I've been seeing image after image of amazing accent chairs resembling my chair, like this one:
Kick.Knowing myself and my love odd, uniquely shaped chairs, why did I pass it up? Kick!
Darn it to the shopping gods! Kick!
I plan on stopping by this week. Maybe it's still tucked away in it's little corner waiting for me to come back? Not likely (kick), but I will hope!
Kick! Kick! Kick!
Image via This is Glamorous
2 comments:
ugggh I hate it when that happens! I hope you can find it...
haha you crack me up!! I know what you mean though, and I hope you find it!
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