Me, a few nights ago, to R-boy: “Hey, can you help me carry in the new chair I bought on Craigslist?”
Me: “Wait until you see this chair. You won’t believe how awesome it is.”
R-boy, looking skeptical: “Why? Is it pink?”
Me, looking innocent: “What makes you think it would be pink?”
R-boy: “Because it’s pink. It’s pink. Isn’t it?”
Me: “Just come out to the car and see it.”
This was too awesome and rare and hilarious – and pink – to pass up!
Also, the problem with selling all the furniture in your living and dining room – for no other reason than you want a clean slate – is that while you’re hunting for new amazing treasures, you might stumble upon a few amazing treasures that don’t fit the living-room/dining-room slate but that you simply must have anyway.
Am I right?
Don’t worry, R-boy. I’m not making you live with the awesomeness of this chair in our kitchen or living room. I’m just making you help me lug it up the stairs so it can be safely tucked into a corner of my bedroom for me alone to enjoy.
Unless, of course, you ever feel like drying your hair or just sitting under a warm flow of air for a bit – because, yes, this baby actually works! (Although, admittedly, I probably shouldn’t use it until I find someone to help me fix the frayed cord…)
This is not just my own personal Helene Curtis vintage pink beauty salon chair.
It’s also my own personal get-warm chair.
And this is my favorite part.
Don’t be jealous.
And, who, you may ask, was parting with this gem on Craigslist? Was it a creatively eccentric and still fabulously fashionable 1950s hair stylist?
I picked this up from a creatively eccentric and still fabulously fashionable 1980s rock star who had planned to use it as the perfect conversation piece in his man cave – until other plans prevailed.
He admitted that he might have spent some time in a few similar chairs back in his big-hair, rock-star days.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.
I love the stories that come with my finds almost as much as I love the finds themselves.