I was sittin' there, I had a comfor-ta-ble chair, and that was all that I needed.

Quick- what's that song?  Name that band!  No prizes, just a sense of pride for your rockingness.

Remember last Friday, when I did a little thrift store tour?  And I didn't get the hideous/lovely old chair because it had too darn many price stickers on it and I didn't know which one was the real price?

I got my armchair.  It's magnificently gaudy, the front of the seat is threadbare, the wood is worn, and it's like it was built especially for my short little legs!

You wanna guess what I paid for it?????  G'wan, guess!!!

A BUCK.

$1.07 with tax.  I know.  SCORE!

Look at that profile - all laid back and comfy and elegant.  I bought it thinking I'd put up with the bizarre yellow and green and black flowers from outer space for just long enough to save up some money to get it reupholstered.  It's solid and decently built.  It'd be worth it.

Then I instantly got kind of attached to the mind boggling faux-velvet.  It must have been simply gorgeous and way fancy back in 1963 or whatever. In the places it's less worn down, it glows in the light.  Purty!  It's in good shape, so the crazy cat lady who used to own it must have vacuumed it regularly.  (Yes I vacuumed it when I brought it home.  Clearly I'll be a good crazy cat lady.)

I love the arm rests.

And the buttoned diamond shapes in the backrest.

I like the detail in the trim.

I think we'll be sending the classy little brown chair to the studio.  I really like the looks of it, but the problem is... it's too nice.  Our house is full of free furniture, second-hand, fourth-hand, thrift store, hand-me-down, side-of-the-road type objects, and let's not try to fool anybody here... it looks like it.  
Also the nice chair is just too darn big for me.  I have to put my feet on something because they don't quite reach the floor.  I thought Jethro would use it but he'd rather sprawl on the couch, or sink into the faded dusty rose (free hand-me-down) tub chair.  The brown armchair might as well visually improve the studio lounge instead of getting under-appreciated here.

And because I like to see furniture modeled by handsome gentlemen, here is my couch, bought *new* 15 years ago, now covered with a mexican blanket to hide the holes, and being visually improved my little Puggy friend.