The Chair That Could Have Been
Not all thrifting adventures are successful, in fact a lot of times we leave disheartened and empty handed. Maybe you completely fell in love with those shoes that were three sizes too big or the style of that dress was beautiful but your hips were too big. I am always frustrated when I go into Salvation Army – which is probably why I choose not to go very often, the only nice pieces of furniture always have a sold sign on them.
I guarantee you, walk up to any piece of furniture and it’ll have a fluorescent sticker saying “SOLD!” There’s nothing worse than seeing something you can’t have. Well last night I fell in love with a chair. You read that right, a chair. A beautiful green wingback chair full of life and character, not to mention shredding fabric and a flat cushion. But like they say, the heart knows what the heart wants. Ha ha I’m teasing my heart would heal I’m sure in a matter of minutes. But to see a chair with such flair for only $19.99 had me starstruck. I didn’t buy it last night only for sensible reasons. Would my mother be able to reupholster it?
I wasn’t going to give it a second thought seeing as I don’t have my own space to put it in, but I took a few photos so I could at least show her. At dinner I showed her the chair and she too was intrigued. My father grunted and said I should focus on saving money, but here I was thinking of the endless possibility and all that this feature piece of furniture could be. Later in the evening my mother approached me and suggested we go first thing in the morning to get it. We arrived not long after 9:00am when Value Village opened.
Straight to the back to the chair, we analyzed and pawed through each element. It was clear it was the ideal chair for what I wanted to do, was comfy and had such a nice shape. A few tricks may be required to cover it due to the gromets but mom wasn’t concerned. She asked if I wanted to grab an end and carry it to the front… to which I replied: “They don’t let you do that, you have to get a form filled out and pick it up at the back.”
By the time I walked to the front of the store and got the attention of a sales rep finally, my mother’s voice came yelling from behind me: “Pam! Pam! Its sold!” My heart sank as I turned around. Sure enough while my mother waited, another woman approached and said she was buying it. My mother stood firm but after a few minutes passed a sales rep came out with the appropriate form. Moments too late. We left and returned to the car. Next to us was a large pickup truck with two very similar wingback antique chairs in it’s back end – so we can only assume a collector or dealer of sorts had snagged it at 9:00am.
You cannot win them all, but as Fief says, “If it was meant to be, it’ll be here.” This beauty of a find was not meant to be for me, but I know that’s what I’ll be on the hunt for in the near future.