No More Chair Drama


I finally got the chairs I wanted on Craigslist. OddChairBoy delivered two of the most divine 100-year-old chairs evah on Saturday afternoon. I got both chairs for 60 duckets, isn't that amazing?! I was plotzarella, too. I've always been so wildly in love with these chairs. They were so far out of my price range though, that I couldn't swing'em.

I wonder how many asses sat on these chairs in the past hundy years, what decisions they made, how many of those tooh-chai were happy, how many hearts were broken, how many people laughed, wrote, spun a few verbal yarns. Perhaps that's why I adore vinty tchoch as much as I do. I like to imagine the history of each piece.

Schwartzy is out to run errands and bust a few chops along the way. Have a beautiful Sunday, dollies. PS: Moon River (my favorite song) just popped on the pod. Bliss.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I have a bench my g-dad made that was used at the family table (many kidz-my mom was one of six). G-pa made the table, all chairs, and the benches.Wood, iron he forged himself, and old time shellac. All kids and g-kids plotted and schemed to gain possession of these pieces over the years. I inherited the bench when my mom passed. It's nearly a century old, and probably the strongest piece of furniture in the house. It's smooth as butter- lots of little hillbilly asses (including mine) wore it smooth over all that time.

So I know something of what you mean about the history.
10:18 AM
Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said…
I love the part about you out to bust some chops while you're out.
11:20 AM
Anonymous said…
Love that chair. And I like to think about the stories inanimate objects could tell it they could speak.
4:36 PM
Fran said…
That chair. Holy crap sister!

And Moon River. I can feel a Valley of the Dolls viewing coming on!
5:22 PM
Travelingman Rick said…
I so love your posts...I love to come by just when I need a laugh to cheer me up. Now that I am getting rid of that munt husband of mine I can actually start to think like a rational person again!

I used to have chairs just like the one in the pic that were my guest chairs in my old office...I loved them so much I took them home and refinished them...geeze I miss those chiars. Glad to hear the drama has ended.
3:08 PM
Joe said…
I love chairs like that, and I totally understand your idle curiosity re: what asses sat themselves there. We have a bunch of surplus wooden school chairs around our dining room table.
9:40 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
Virgotex, what a beautiful story. I'm so glad you have the bench. Will you consider sending a picky? Do you have my e-addy? katiegirl@gmail.com.
7:09 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
Dr. Monkey, I live to bust chops. It is a finely tuned gift from my fathah.
7:11 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
Right, DCup?! Me too! I think that's part of my attachment to vinty items, especially kitchen items. That's another post.
7:12 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
Ha, Fran I Am! You are so funny. Can you believe how cheap I got these chairs for?! Some broad wanted to charge me 300 hundred a pop for two similar chairs only 30-years-old.

The fellah who sold them to me sent me such a lovely e-stalk yesterday and said he was glad that he sold them to someone who really loved them. Ahhh, isn't that menschy.
7:13 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
TravelingMan, I'm glad you got rid of the Munt, too. you are going to meet a great man. Not munty in the slightest.

I have nicknames for the ex-munt, similar to all of my cunt variations, muntarella, muntress from hell, munting whore, muntscunt and.... Spill. Chime in.

Thank you for saying such lovely things about the bloggy.

PS: Refinishing the chairs is a fabbylish idea. I should do that. These would be divine in an office. I am so vilda (wild) for them.
7:15 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
Bubs, you do?!?!? I LOVE THAT. Ah. I've always wanted a giant vinty farm table with an odd assortment of chairs from different eras.

I can't wait to see The Compound.

Listen to me inviting myself. Nervy enough?!
7:17 PM
Anonymous said…
Refinish them? HAve you never watched Antiques Roadshow, woman?

"This is, in fact, a Viking Helmet that you found in your grandmother's attic. It was worth 19 million dollrs... before you cleaned it with Windex...

Antiques Roadshow | Follow the Stories | What "Patina" Really Means | PBS
10:03 AM
Travelingman Rick said…
Unless the chairs have "Stickley" labeled on the bottom of them then I wouldn't worry so much. Mine were 1950's post war chairs that had been painted, I stripped em and put a fresh coat of stain on them.

For the record I am against refinishing fine furniture, side chairs...not so much, depends on the era of the piece and the quality of the existing finish. Yes, yes I watch Antiques Roadshow and they are always talking about fine furniture that is from the 17 and 1800's. Just my 2 cents.
2:55 PM
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