My granddaughters love these chairs. I purchased them for my husband's office in his last pastorate. To compliment their uniqueness, I did a marbleized paint technique on his walls which some folks begged me to do in their homes. It was a pretty office. Everyone who visited him loved them. Since we left Kentucky about 8 years ago, they've sat in my living room as you see pictured here. I love them; I have not tired of the statement they make in my eclectic decor.
The faux cheetah print whispers intrigue and mystery. Slim-curved arms curl into a question mark at the end of their arms. The smooth sleek design offers a gentle flow of feminine elegance on which to rest ones hands. Metallic gold peeks out beneath fine lines of crackled, high-gloss, black-painted arms and legs to add a touch of "bling". It sparkles like jewelry on a lady's wrist.
My granddaughters do not want me to sell them. Alas, there is no room for them in the efficiency space where I am moving. Haylee, 7, begged me to keep them so she could have them when she grows up. Their appeal tends to transcend all age groups. Even teenagers have loved them. They add a classic Bohemian accent to any decor-- a bit of rogue and rebellion amid the traditional, contemporary theme.
It's sad when we must let go of something we love. But, my friends, it is only stuff. Granted...it's pretty stuff. And I am hoping they will find a nice home and fill an empty space for a person who will love them as much as I and others in my life have loved them. Then again, maybe, just maybe they will find a spot in my daughter's bedroom. Who knows? Stranger things have happened. For now I am holding onto them until November when my granddaughter, Bethany, comes in before the Airforce relocates them to Virginia. I hope to have her dear hubby take a picture of all the ladies in our family standing behind them and sitting in them. Keepsakes. Pictures. They take less space than chairs, don't you think?