I. Am. Obsessed.
Mock me - it's all been done before.
For example: Moving into a 1 bedroom apartment as a grad student, my brother's friends helping, one of them commenting, loudly, "how are there more chairs to bring in? How many f*cking chairs do you need? I see one a$$. One a$$, one chair. I'm not carrying in anymore f*cking chairs!" Ah, but he did carry another one of my chairs, and promptly set it in front of the dumpster. I hope that it found a good home - it was a very clean lined, mid-century modern, low seat, high back chair. Not an Eames or anything, but truly lovely and comfortable - and living a happy life somewhere, I am sure :)
Now I have something new to dream about. A chair with this:
The room this chair is shown in is kind of icky faux finished feminine California I-have-too-much-money-so-I-hired-a-designer-to-get-my-house-featured-in-an-American-magazine version of "Tuscan"style - I'm surprised the wood isn't white washed... jealous much (?) perhaps.... NOT. Except, of course, for the back of this chair. I do not want this chair, but I do want this oh so lovely back of the chair to live somewhere in my house. It is a beyond gorgeous gown worn to an everyday picnic, where bare feet were eventually the only accessory needed. Or at the midnight dinner and champagne in front of a fire after an evening at the opera in Prague (again bare feet the only accessory needed). Love. It. So. Much!
I think I need to take a breath and just dream of my little chair - it's easy to get chairried away - oui?