you can't help what you love

I have a thing about used furniture. If the bones of a chair, desk, table - you name it - are good, strong, stable -- I have a hard time leaving them be. Ryan has learned now to not ask questions every time I show up from a thrift store or a back alley with some ratty chair that someone left behind. I find something terribly romantic about these pieces of forgotten furniture. I can see their potential, and love them even in their disheveled state.

I recently acquired this desk from my sister-in-law. Her daughter has turned from the age of wanting to work on homework at her personal deskside, to talking to friends and boys over the phone in a cozy chair. I saw the desk waiting for it's DI pick up, and snatched it away. I thought I would make a nice personal desk for me downstairs.

The chair was found behind my father-in-laws dry cleaning business. The sad part about this chair, is that before someone left it out one summer day - then all into winter, it was it perfect condition inside the store, and I would have kidnapped it long ago if I knew of it's fate.

But, have not fear little chair. I have big plans for you and desk... the "after" photos soon to come.