I spotted her a mile away, and walked as quickly as my little feet could take me for I knew she'd be snapped up in a heartbeat. The lines, creamy color and pink seat drew me in immediately.
Those lines. The perfect color combination of cream and pink. And are those roses, my favorite flowers, in the iron? Oh my! I hadn't seen such beautiful intricate iron work in awhile. With nary a thing wrong with her, I was smitten.
I just love how the roses are distressed with the bits of pink showing through. Tres romantique, n'est pas? But of course, looks can be decieving. I had to make sure she was up to the task of, well, people sitting on her, so I sat down to asess the comfort factor. Very comfy. I inspected her for any structural issues. None. Iron is quite sturdy, you know. It took me less than a second to agree to the price, very good by the way, as I noticed a gal waiting in the wings to snatch her up should I have walked away. I had in mind where to place her at my booth, and knew she'd make a lovely addition.
But deep down, I knew that wasn't going to happen. At least not right away. This chair would fit perfectly in someones sun room, deck, or patio. But honestly, she's so comfortable- I have her at my desk in my bedroom- and so pretty, that I'm enjoying her for myself for now.
Is that selfish? A little maybe. Do I feel guilty? Not at all. After all, that's why she was made, I think. To bring a smile to the face of whoever uses her. In this case, c'est moi.
For now.
