Day 856 Parlor Chair

 

One last look at my beautiful antique Victorian Grandfather Parlor arm chair before it's sold. I couldn't resist buying this chair about three years ago for $29 while thrifting. I have a decent eye for nice antiques, at times a curse since I typically feel obliged to rescue them. I imagine this old, carved wooden framed, beautifully upholstered chair sitting prominently in someone's living room, adding a bit of elegance to a corner. I proudly brought it home, pleased with my find and showed it off to Tim. He of course, knew it would most likely be flipped and said he had no intention of becoming attached to it. In my defense, there's no way my house is large enough to hold all the treasures I find and I enjoy the hunt more than owning each item. I usually keep things for a bit then flip when I'm ready for the next hunt. Although, this chair fit in my living room quite nicely I figured I'd give myself a couple years with it and then let it go. I posted it on Facebook Marketplace and sold it this week for $250, making a decent profit and still giving the buyer a good deal. If it wasn't for my "real" job I'd be spending my days thrifting and selling with a backyard that looked like the old Sanford and Sons set. People discard the most amazing treasures, furniture and interesting items and there's not much I enjoy more than searching through it all for that one special piece (or two) to come home with me. Tim and I just purchased a new chair for him, an ugly swivel recliner that is perfect for him and works well in our family room. The chair lost every penny of value the minute it arrived but Tim is only concerned with immediate functionality so he's happy as a clam, lounging about. Tim doesn't appreciate or understand antiques, only see's them as old and not as useful or practical, while I see quality craftsmanship, history and beauty and at times, resale value. Tim is usually impressed when I sell one of my pieces, amazed that anyone would pay so much for old items. He's much happier seeing me sell than seeing me come home with things, but I'm happy with both. The woman that bought my chair was absolutely over the moon with joy when she saw it and thanked me over and over for allowing her to buy it. Knowing my chair is in a loving home, appreciated for its beauty and treasured makes the transaction even sweeter. Another benefit of selling the chair is the space it left, an open space ready and waiting for another treasure to be welcomed home....now I just need to get out and find it.