Jon and I were scouting neighborhoods last week, and while we're waiting for a light to change, I glance over in some random yard, spy two chairs hanging out on the porch and thought "those would look great on our little patio." These chairs really wanted to come home with us too. They looked so lonely and unused. Jon was ready to turn the car around and knock on the door, but I'm a little shy.
Anyways, so began the obsession. I couldn't stop thinking about them all week. I'm pretty sure they made an appearance in my dream last night, which involved a bowling ball full of water and the Winchester house. Don't ask.
Mr. Hicks in the chair via Mrs. Blandings.
So during my Sunday morning ritual of scouring the Web while Jon sleeps like a baby, I decided to dig around for my beloved chairs. Hello! I had no idea that my beloveds were a pair of Francois Carre pinwheel chairs patented in 1866! wtf?!?!? They were featured in a 1979 Smithsonian exhibit - sweet baby jesus!
These people may not realize what they're sitting on here. I mean, the chairs are buried behind other furniture and random objects on the porch. So what am i going to do? I'm leaving a letter in their mailbox.
Outcome to follow. Stay tuned.