Only I would have a furniture sale where I ended up with more furniture than I started with, would sell things that weren’t intended for sale, and effectively finish with the same challenge for which I started! There really is no point hiding who I am. It all eventually comes out in the wash. I hope you’ll grow to love these idiosyncrasies as they are quintessentially me, and therefore unlikely to change.
When I loaded those Carlo Jensen’s into the house this morning, I was fairly certain the handsome pair were going to stay with me. They’re an excellent vintage, circa 1967, and are stamped for authenticity. A mid-century modern designer, Carlo’s country of origin was Denmark. While I cannot find much out about the gent, I know this – he loved Rosewood, and I love him for it. It has an air of majesty about it. It’s simple and elegant, and simply elegant. So there you have it, I fell for them, and for him. Who doesn’t like a man of mystery?
Several married gals popped in to investigate the sale, and while I could tell they were aflutter with excitement over many of the fine pieces on display, I suspected they held back their amorous feelings due to their other half. I nearly had Ruth Anne with a carefully crafted pitch, designed to explain why she was bringing an astonishingly expensive piece of art home, without having consulted her husband first. I still contend that if I had a little more time with her, practicing the delivery, he would have been thanking her for her brilliance. So goes the sale, she departed without it.
I implore you to have a heart, and pop by tomorrow between 10am – 2pm, and make one of these beauties your own. Love need not be limited to a single thing – your heart will grow exponentially to hold all the fondness that abounds in this room and elsewhere. Promise.