We returned to Bill's this past Saturday to scope out any new acquisitions and found a different man tending the shop. His name was Bob. I walked to the back of the store and found that "my" chair was still hanging out on a side aisle. Jesse called over Bob (who smelled terrible) and asked how much he wanted for the chair. Bob scratched his chin and said $65, which was much more reasonable. I knew that I'd have to immediately recover the cushions and clean up the wood once we got home, but I had been thinking of excuses to pull out my sewing machine since we arrived in Portland. Monday, September 22, 2008
The New Chair
We returned to Bill's this past Saturday to scope out any new acquisitions and found a different man tending the shop. His name was Bob. I walked to the back of the store and found that "my" chair was still hanging out on a side aisle. Jesse called over Bob (who smelled terrible) and asked how much he wanted for the chair. Bob scratched his chin and said $65, which was much more reasonable. I knew that I'd have to immediately recover the cushions and clean up the wood once we got home, but I had been thinking of excuses to pull out my sewing machine since we arrived in Portland.
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So mod! I love it!
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