Do any of you remember this chair, dubbed Lucy,
that I bought from a woman who lives in an
18th century house in our old neighborhood?
She cost me ten bucks.
The chair, not the woman. The woman wasn't for sale.
Even on Craigslist they frown on that sort of thing.
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| Click here for the story of Lucy. |
I've been putting off painting her,
as I did kind of like her funky Coat Of Many Colors paint job.
Also I am lazy, but sshhh....
Love the swirls highlighted by chipping green paint.
But feast your eyeballs on this:
Now is that one spiffy looking Lucy, or what?
If you answered, "Or what!" then you are of sharp eye and suspicious mind.
Because this gleaming white bit of old metal perfection is not our Lucy!
She's an imposter!
My sister-in-law Phyllis spotted this little beauty in an antiques shop in Southampton on Long Island.
And she grabbed her camera, because she recognized
that this pristine princess had fallen from the very same family tree as our Lucy.
As had her twin. Yes, there were two of these chairs in the shop, and they were labelled:
"Restored, French park chairs, 1940, $285 for the pair."
Oh me, oh my -- how neat is that?
Now our Cinderella Lucy is still robed in her many-colored psychedelic paint job,
and will need some serious wire brushing and painting if she ever hopes to go the Ball along with her stepsisters.
I mean, really, folks -- look at that finish. It's blinding!
Here, the archeological wonder that is our Lucy's paint job:
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| This is what happens, girls, when we use too much makeup. |
What am I bid for our Lucy? Is she worth more now that we know she is (allegedly) French?
Clearly in Southampton she's worth $142.50 restored.
But for you? $139.99.
:-P
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It's Monday, it's hot as blazes, sunny and gorgeous, and I wish I were out at the beach house:
. . . where it is usually ten degrees cooler and there's always a breeze.
(To any of my family, that's an inside joke.)
Since I had to dip back into old photos to find pictures of Lucy, I also found this, which I love:
It is what happens to a dandelion blossom caught in the crossfire of dueling cans of Rustoleum spray paint.
From 2009. I put this picture up once every season just 'cause it cracks me up.
Laugh a lot today, just because it is Monday! -- Cass
An aside -- Phyllis, Howard's sister, was in Southampton for a class on how to better photograph knitting, as the knitting shop she works at has a blog. Like knitting? Take a look at Close Knitters!
The shop is Close Knit, in Wyckoff, New Jersey, and it's wonderful -- cozy, friendly, well-stocked.
Thanks to Susan at Between Naps On The Porch, for Metamorphosis Monday. Click here!
If you have never visited these two blogs, really -- do so! Susan packs so much into each post that she astounds me, and her blog is loaded with excellent information and beautiful pictures. Mary's blog is visually stunning -- her photography skills are soooooo good, and getting better each week it seems. Delving back in either one of these blogs to old posts from a year or two or more ago can keep you absorbed, amused, touched, and delighted for a long, long time.
Oh, dear. That Old House wants a picture of her newly painted porch on this post,
so readers don't think she's still in the shabby condition exhibited in last summer's Lucy photos.
She is such a diva.
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