Yesterday I came across four huge bags of grass clippings on a walk around the neighborhood with Owen. So I made a mental note to go and pick them up this morning before the garbage man hauled them to a landfill. My plants and compost pile would thank me later.
This morning, half a mile from my house sat this beauty:
The mohair is badly worn in spots and the upholstery has faded, but it is a beautiful piece, and the structure is in mint condition. I asked the homeowner if I could pull it away from the curb in case the garbage crew made it there before I found someone with a truck. She was more than happy to oblige the strange girl asking for her trash. Turns out the chair was once her mother’s… and she is 80!! It would’ve been a crime to have it crushed in a garbage truck.
I can’t wait for my mom to come visit so she can help me pick out fabric. I got an estimate on labor to have it professionally recovered, so unless I find someone with mad reupholstery skills (or my friend Zoe is truly the creative genius I think she is and we figure it out ourselves) my free piece of furniture could get a little pricey. Totally worth it. Any ideas on what to pair with a lime green, crushed velvet sofa?
And to think I was just thrilled to death over rotting yard waste.