I probably should have warned M a while ago that I have a problem. I’m a chair hoarder. For realz. I don’t know what it is about chairs that makes them so collectable for me. Maybe it’s because they’re pretty easy to refinish. Maybe it’s just because they fit in my car. Who knows. Either way I have a tendency to bring home sad, ugly chairs like abandoned puppies.
Last weekend I went back to my college town for a friend’s wedding and since M had another wedding to go to it was just me and a former roommate let loose in central WI. This was apparently more dangerous than it sounds. We found a consignment shop where roomie found a pretty awesome globe lamp and I hit the MCM jackpot.
I almost didn’t get the chair (the footstool was a no brainer since I passed up one just like it a couple years ago and have been kicking myself ever since). I kept try to talk myself out of the chair though. Was it even comfy? Yes! Did I have a spot for it? Not really….but we have a storage room in the basement. Would M think I was crazy? Well yeah, but I’m sure he thinks that chair or not. Plus it was $35… And then I noticed a sign saying yellow tags were 25% off. Yup, chair was a yellow tag. It was like the universe was telling me to buy it.
I ended up deciding to sleep on it so roomie and I head to our hotel, get dolled up, and proceed to get quite drunk, as one does with old college buddies. I later find myself shouting (the music was pretty loud) at the bride about my awesome chair find. That’s when I knew we had to go back.
Roomie’s jeep gets rearranged (and we found her family’s missing GPS stuck under a seat–buying this chair was totally fate), then it passed off into my trusty little Versa (hatchbacks FTW). M had beat me home which meant I couldn’t execute my cunning plan of insisting the chair had just appeared in the apartment. He did take it pretty well, especially since the chair in it’s current state is ugly as sin. It looks great in the living room though since it has a bit more substance than the previous chair (which, hey, fits in the bedroom!). Plus, the kitties totally approve.