A Craigslist Jaunt to Pennsylvania

As I've said before, North Jersey Craigslist
nearly always comes through for me.
But this time, it's the Philadelphia CL that

is luring me thither (good word!) with 4 chairs.

Said chairs are destined for our conservatory, 

to go 'round the old oak table.

Because it seriously needs some chair love.

I have been looking for a long time; I thought I'd found

the ones last year, but Howard hates them.

Back on the prowl.

A very nice lady who lives on Philly's Main Line

is selling two of these chairs:

And two of these chairs:

I like them.

Once again, like the coffee table we recently bought,

they are not what I was looking for.

But they leaped out from the pages of Craigslist, and, 

as my Mom used to say, they licked my hand.

I kind of hated when she used that phrase, but now I know what she meant.

I hope, when I see them, that I like them.

Because I can't wait to plop them around this table.

Keep your fingers crossed that they get the Howard seal of approval.

My sister-in-law Phyllis is joining me again today, so it's into

the Big Blue Minivan we'll go, for the wilds of Pennsylvania.

Yes, because the Main Line is so wild and wooly....

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On Saturday, this past weekend, Howard and I went back to the

farmhouse estate sale Phyllis and I had gone to on Friday.  

We got something lovely, but we came

away with heavy hearts, and I am still haunted.

Full story tomorrow....

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Wish us luck with today's Craigslist adventure!

There's always that exhilarating risk of ending up in

someone's basement chest freezer, but Phyllis always has her

knitting needles with her, and knows how to use them.  I think we're safe.

Cass

Too Much Of A Good Thing

Does this chair look lonely? Don't worry, it's got seven siblings. . . .

That Old House is joining Three Or More Tuesday, and 2nd Time Around Tuesday -- links at end!

The crazy lady who lives in my head took husband Howard off into the untamed wilds of Connecticut on Sunday. It was just the three of us -- Me, Howard, and The Crazy Lady In My Head -- and an otherwise empty mini-van.

We had a nice ride on a beautiful day, and returned to That Old House with a car full of this:

And lots more of these:

Remember when an addiction was defined as something that was an actual physical dependence on a substance? Like, say, an addiction to heroin, or good chocolate? Well, if Tiger Woods, who is a plain old pig, can claim to be addicted, then I am claiming an addiction to furniture. And chocolate.

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Here's what happened.
I saw a table and chairs on Ebay last week.
The pictures were so poor that I wasn't even sure what it all was, so I did a little research.

Turns out, the table is a country French design, the exact size and style of the Pierre Deux Biche Refectory Table.
Which costs $3,995.00 on the PD website. Check it out here.

The chairs are similar to the Pierre Deux La Fleur side chairs, $795.00 each,
only these have X-shaped supports on the legs. Check out the PD ones here.

Now clearly this table and these chairs are not Pierre Deux, but they have the look.

Anyway, I bid on the set and much to my surprise and dismay, I won. By a buck.
Really, people listing things on Ebay need to take better pictures.
Also to my surprise, there were 8 chairs included; I had thought there were 6.

And now what to do?
I just put a new dining table in our red room.
We can't fit a table that extends to 11-feet anyway.
And the plum-colored upholstery on the chairs would be awful against the red walls in the dining room. No one could eat!

The table and 4 of the chairs are squooshed into the Parlor right now

and it's very hard to get good pictures, but I'll give it a try . . . .

A corner of a leaf with the "breadboard" edges.

Chair feet, lovely scrolls.
(The table's simple cabriole legs end in split hoof feet.)

Crest carving, on each of the 8 chairs.

The upholstery is velvet and feels like cotton; it's in very good condition.

Underneath the table top is a gap, for storing the extensions.

At each end of the table top, the slots for the extension arms:

Peek-A-Boo! I got fresh, and looked underneath one extension.
You can see the arms, which hold and support the leaves. It's a pretty ingenious design!

So what am I going to do with this country Frenchy table and chairs?
I'm going to sell them. They deserve a good home, and someone deserves a bargain.
That's the plan, anyway. I'm going wild and listing them on Ebay. Wish me luck!

Besides, if I don't sell them, Howard might load me and the Crazy Lady Who Lives In My Head
back in the van, drive us to Connecticut, and leave us there. -- Cass

Thanks to Tam at The Gypsy's Corner for Three Or More Tuesday. Visit here!

Thanks to Diane for 2nd Time Around Tuesday; visit her A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words blog. Here!