Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Angus, Zeke and Oz: Three teak chairs

We used to be two
but now we're three
mid century teak 
We be, We be.
Danish made
and came by trade
over the seas
and into the leas.
We've been redone
which was such fun!
We look so fine
at dinner time
and resting too
in a group of two
Or three, we be
We be, we be.

Three Danish teak chairs (all have Denmark stamped on bottom). Two are the same, the third is slightly different (it is 1 inch higher and has a little bit different design, see pictures). All have been reupholstered and refinished recently. All are in great condition, are sturdy, and gorgeous.

Grover: Yellow Mod Kroehler Rocker

Forsaken by my loved ones,
Whom I used to rock at night
In front of the console television,
Please listen to my plight!
I am but a humble Kroehler,
In mustard yellow dress;
My lines are very Modern
But my soul is Comfort rest.
The 60's was a great decade,
Into which I was born.
Alas the time has passed me by,
And now I am forlorn.
I might be frayed around the edges
And though my spirits faded
My classic lines and mid mod style
Cannot be duplicated!

STATUS: Sold! 

Friday, April 19, 2013

Joy: Mid century high backed chair

Hi guys! I'm so glad to see you! My name's Joy. I 'm a cute little black chair! My cushion has a bird on it. Isn't that delightful? I love birds. Birds are so wild and free and happy! Just like me!

Once, somebody told me that birds evolved from theropod dinosaurs. That's a pretty neat fact. Birds also have hollow bones. Not me! I am solid wood. I don't think I could fly very far. If I had wings, that is.

Did you guys see how nice and tall my back is? I've been told I have "nice lines" but I told those guys to save THEIR lines for someone else. Ha! As if... Anyway, I like my shape, I think it's pretty cool.

I was built 50 years ago. Can you believe it? I don't feel a day past 40. When I was built, designers were totally into clean simplicity. I think they nailed it, so to speak, when they made me!

I know you'll agree that I'm a very special chair. How could you be unhappy with me in your house?

-solid fruitwood mid century chair
-newly painted and reupholstered
-nice midcentury design, very popular and for good reason!
-perfect as an occasional chair, a hallway chair, or in a bedroom or living room.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Opal 1920's chair

Let me start at the beginning.

It was 1922. There was some dirty business going down at the Canadian Wheat Board. Baby Olive was found abandoned in a suitcase at Union Station in Toronto. War was over and people were doing things. One thing they were doing was making chairs. I came from the Stratford Chair Company, a reputable place where many fine dining chairs were birthed from ancient hardwood trees. I was given a fine wide seat of leather. That leather seat would turn out to be the one constant in my life.

  After a few years war broke out again. The people in my life were scared. Many sons had their last dinner at my table. My dark stain was depressing so I was painted a creamy white to brighten the lives around me. There was a lot of sorrow during this time but me and my leather seat held fast for the war effort and were rewarded by yet another coat of paint.

It was 1953. My old family gave me away to a young couple from church. The couple were nice but not too well off. Business was booming and soon they were too. I was painted tiffany blue which was the hot colour of those years. I looked quite grand, being a middle aged girl in the 50's was fun. So many dinner parties were had. My family liked Jello a lot it seemed, at least I ended up with many versions of it landing on my leather. I think that was one of the most fascinating things about those years; the number of dishes that could involve gelatin.

As I started to show my age, my tiffany blue was replaced with white once more. The Mod period had begun, simple lines and bright whites against bursts of colour. Experimentation in the dark and hazy lounges I'd heard about at dinner parties. Drugs, abandoned hearts, new exciting music. These things used to appeal to me but I kind of felt too old for it now. My leather was starting to get dull and brittle in spots. I fit the provincial decor of my family. It was enough for me.

My family stopped loving me. Sometimes that happens and there's nothing you can do about it. I picked myself up and sheltered my heart against the attentions of a new house full of babies. My white paint was worn and showed too many dirty fingerprints so I was painted one last time in very dark brown. I was given a special spot near the bay window for the cat to sit on and watch birds and I thought to myself, this is a nice way to spend my days. And I did spend them. I spent 40 years near that window. I had many cat friends. Cats don't live nearly long enough, it seems. Some refuse to die. I feel that I am like those cats.

My leather seat deteriorated. My paint was crazed and chipping and looked greasy under the layers. I was found and my leather was taken away from me. It was for the best because though my seat is new, you can see every single layer of my past on my arms and my legs and my face. Almost a century of time has passed and I hold that time inside of me. I feel as though my heart is no longer sheltered. I've been reborn. I am a new kind of chair, I'm not heavy with history. I'm bright and feel light and I could just go on forever. I've burst open into a new age. You can create a new story with me, as you please. I want to love again. Do you?

-solid oak chair, has been sanded down not painted (its the real deal, not a paint technique)
-grasscloth weave fabric on seat is new
-made by the Stratford Chair Company (maker's tag inside the seat bottom)
-the seat is a metal plate and is easily reupholstered

Status: Sold

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Victoria: side table

 Manners and class are very important qualities in a table. Without manners, one really cannot call oneself a table. Without class one is simply a piece of wood nailed to other pieces of wood. Manners and class set one apart from ones simple beginnings and makes one whole.

For example I am a simple table. One slab on top of two slabs. I have a drawer and a shelf. But I am so much more than that. I am a beautiful centerpiece of a room. My colour pops out from the mundane dreary reality so many call home. I am many squares inside one square; a riddle and a question. I am a classic beauty and a modern dream. I am brutalist in classic Tiffany blue.

While I am all these interesting things, my manners are quite obvious. I'm polite and easy to look at. I'm the definition of poise! I long to be poised in your bedroom, your hallway, your living room. A socialite such as myself needs companionship. Do you think you'd like my company?

Status: sold

Monday, November 12, 2012

Betty: vintage child's rocker

Betty Botter bought some butter
But, she said, the butter's bitter
If I put it in my batter
It will make my batter bitter!
But a bit of better butter
Would make my batter better.

So she bought a bit of butter
Better than her bitter butter
And she put it in her batter
And the batter was not bitter.
So, that was better Betty Botter
Bought a bit of better butter.

-cute child's rocker, vintage and loved
-no creaks or cracks (one crack was repaired a long time ago)

-painted in nice modern yellow with a white back slat
-would be good for a little boy or girl

Status: SOLD

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Daniel: teak and rosewood longboy dresser

We walked up the mountainside together, one last time together. I leaned over and whispered, "this is where I love you the most". Her eyes looked steadily forward, focusing on something across the valley. Perhaps it was nothing at all, just the opposite of focus. But it was something; right?

We'd lived together for 50 years. The cabin on the hill was our nest, like an eagles. Sparse but functional. Overlooking wide vistas, surrounded by small wonders. It was a fabulous time. I'd heard people say that every good thing must come to an end but to think that it was this time for us was something of a devastation.

She was dropping me off. She'd sold me. Me, her faithful dresser. The things I'd held for her were layers of shared history. Weight gains and losses, hidden photographs, a diary I couldn't bring myself to read. Secrets. And now to take me up the mountain, towards a new home, it was indescribable pain. My heart has been torn out of my chest.

Heartbreak. And I could do nothing.

-Teak dresser with rosewood handles and legs.
-9 drawers
-19" wide 28" tall 6' long
-can be used as a dresser, a TV stand (dvds fit in the drawers), credenza for a big hallway, or a buffet
-teak has been freshly oiled

Status: available