Beauty is in the Eye of The Beholder

People must sometimes think I'm crazy when they see some of the things I find and buy. I know my husband does. He looks at me as I walk in with my treasures and shakes his head in disbelief and says, "Another dog?????" or "Another injured bird????" or, like this morning, "Another french antique chair?"

Yes, I collect them all -- dogs, birds, antique chairs. The dogs and birds and even lizards are probably self explanatory. The antique chairs, however, are a fetish -- a bad one. When I see a beautiful chair, whether french, italian, swedish or art deco, big or small, sleek or chippy, I just can't help myself. I HAVE TO HAVE IT!!!! And you'll see me jump over little old ladies who get in my way and run towards that lonely, decrepit little piece of seatable art just like my life depended on it. To me, they are like a piece of Tiffany jewelry or a Manolo Blahnik pump or that little black dress a la Audrey Hepburn that you can't have enough of even though you probably have 10 just like it hanging in your closet with the tags still on. Sound familiar at all?

I bet Carrie Bradshaw would have totally understood my pain.....

So imagine my absolute delight, surprise, and pure joy when I saw this little number practically waving at me from across the ocean, in an old apartment in the Latin Quarter of Paris which was being emptied out as part of an estate sale.

Introducing my newest treasure... A Louis XV chair with all her beautiful imperfections, gesso chipping and all, hints of her original gilding... c. 1860. Isn't she lovely? A little faded, a little jaded, but oh so desirable.

Soon to be featured in my 1stdibs storefront because, after all, she's one of "The most beautiful things on earth."

Hope you are having a wonderful weekend wherever this post finds you.