Oh, To Love a Chair

I love a chair like Carrie Bradshaw loves a pair of shoes, wonderful French chairs with great bones showing through and simple fabrics and of course the chair's slightly more dramatic cousin, the settee. I will hang onto a chair frame for the simple reason that it's beautiful or could be beautiful or should be beautiful at least once in its' life.

We recently went to NYC and I made my husband go to Hell's Kitchen Flea Market to find treasure and lo and behold there were two amazingly beautiful French Gilt chairs with tufted red velvet....they were perfect in everything but size...I had absolutely no way to bring them back or ship them back.

I ran thru every possible scenario...could I stuff them in a taxi?...could they be dismantled and reassembled? shrunk perhaps? Since all possibilities were unpractical or unrealistic I settled on purchasing a 30lb metal birdfeeder and made my hubsand lug it around all day secretly angry at the individual that would end up with MY beautiful chairs in their NYC apartment. It was a painful goodbye but I would take any one of these beauties to ease the pain.