
I briefly showed you this chair before my show last weekend, but once I found its origins I just had to expound.
So, about 2 months ago when driving down Milwaukee Ave, over here on the east side, I see this chair on the curb. As usual, I made a u-turn and popped open the back of the truck. The intricate scrolling and tall back were just too good to pass up.
I named it the Verona chair because at the base of this wooden wonder was a stamp reading 'Made in Italy' . Thought it was a nice reminder of its origins....but that would soon be thrown a big loop.
When I arrived at the show that morning and started setting up all my wares, the organizer of the event came up to me, and said 'that is my chair.' At first I thought she just meant that she had one like it, but after further investigation, we discovered it really was her chair....even down to the doggie chew marks on one of the ball feet. Her ex-husband had inherited it and must have put it on the curb, as he lives in the neighborhood where I found it. Now really...what are the odds?
I always like to tell my customers, that these items come from our local streets, and something you toss out today might become tomorrows treasure, but I didn't think I would ever see such a close connection. I couldn't have made up a better story if I tried.
At the end of the show, the previous owner, Maureen, came over and whispered..."I think I need the chair" and I replied," I think you do too".
I love this story and it is one I will surely be telling for years to come. As for the chair....it has appropriately been renamed 'the Maureen.' In honor of it's previous, and now current owner. I hope she gives you many years of happiness. Enjoy.
So, about 2 months ago when driving down Milwaukee Ave, over here on the east side, I see this chair on the curb. As usual, I made a u-turn and popped open the back of the truck. The intricate scrolling and tall back were just too good to pass up.I wanted the transformation to be fairly drastic, so a new vibrant color choice was the first step. Left over, of course...from this project.
Once that was on, it was easier to see my end vision. I went thru my stash of scrap fabrics to recover the seat, but none really jumped out. I scoured the local fabric stores and although I found a few that would work....not that perfect match. Since I only needed a 16 by 16 inch square, I stepped outside the box and used this fantastic old bath towel, picked up a a thrift store.
The color was just what I was looking for and the dual texture added a nice upolstered touch. After stripping the original seat to bare wood and re-padding with high density foam and the towel. The chair was complete.
Once that was on, it was easier to see my end vision. I went thru my stash of scrap fabrics to recover the seat, but none really jumped out. I scoured the local fabric stores and although I found a few that would work....not that perfect match. Since I only needed a 16 by 16 inch square, I stepped outside the box and used this fantastic old bath towel, picked up a a thrift store.
The color was just what I was looking for and the dual texture added a nice upolstered touch. After stripping the original seat to bare wood and re-padding with high density foam and the towel. The chair was complete.
I named it the Verona chair because at the base of this wooden wonder was a stamp reading 'Made in Italy' . Thought it was a nice reminder of its origins....but that would soon be thrown a big loop.
When I arrived at the show that morning and started setting up all my wares, the organizer of the event came up to me, and said 'that is my chair.' At first I thought she just meant that she had one like it, but after further investigation, we discovered it really was her chair....even down to the doggie chew marks on one of the ball feet. Her ex-husband had inherited it and must have put it on the curb, as he lives in the neighborhood where I found it. Now really...what are the odds?
I always like to tell my customers, that these items come from our local streets, and something you toss out today might become tomorrows treasure, but I didn't think I would ever see such a close connection. I couldn't have made up a better story if I tried.At the end of the show, the previous owner, Maureen, came over and whispered..."I think I need the chair" and I replied," I think you do too".
I love this story and it is one I will surely be telling for years to come. As for the chair....it has appropriately been renamed 'the Maureen.' In honor of it's previous, and now current owner. I hope she gives you many years of happiness. Enjoy.













































































