Sunday, July 27, 2008

Chairman of the Board


I have an addiction.
Including two toilets, we have 32 in our house.  

Chairs.

I can't get enough of them.  I'm not sure if I'm drawn to the quiet independence only a chair can possess - a natural seating-for-one slant not found in a sofa or a queen-sized bed.  Perhaps it's because you can get your interior design rocks off on several unique chairs, all sharing space in one room.  After all, more than one couch feels so frat house.  I don't know what it is, but when I see a perfect chair at a thrift shop or an antique market, I can't leave it there.  I have in the past, and to this day think back on that single sturdy dining chair, the one without several mates to crowd around a table, likely never to see the inside of a home again.  You see, most people don't want a lone wooden chair, no buffet of the same colour, not part of a suite or a set.

My most recent addition (and perhaps second-favourite of all time) is the chartreuse, diamond-tufted, cane number in the photo below.  She's quite a lady, I think you'll agree, and was a mere $25 at a Goodwill store in Scarborough.  While the last thing we need is another chair, I couldn't leave it behind!  The colour, the buttons, the condition!  Even if it meant demoting a chair to another corner, another room of the house, I felt like Angelina Jolie at a Vietnamese orphanage.  That chair was mine.