Love at First Sight

chair copy Before

It is a gratifying experience to know what you like and to eventually find it, but I want to share that for me, it has been an unexpectedly wonderful experience to watch others find their pieces.

This past week I had the pleasure of watching “furniture” love at first sight – aww – and this vicarious thrill has stuck with me.

The accidental buyer came to the shop to browse, daydream, waste time, and wound up greeting me with a credit card in one hand and this rocker in the other. He explained that not only did he find it a great deal – really he did, I’m not self promoting, not right now anyway – He put his find down, settled in and told me that it felt that it was JUST what he had been looking for – and he confided that his search began  long ago when he  passed up a similar rocker in an antique shop back east.

Question/s

When you feel a connection with something (someone) and pass on it for whatever reason, do you experience wistful moments/months of non-buyer’s remorse? I totally do, absolutely hate it, and am striving to recognize these times, and could someone remind me of my goal the next time?

I’ve never been able to illustrate this feeling until now:

jimenez rocker After

Benjamin Franklin said, “The discontented man finds no easy chair.”

A contented man, however, just might…

“Our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old, but of the natural.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

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So it begins, my revelation that I love love love furniture – I’m specifically speaking of furniture that has been in someone else’s home. I have read all about coveting thy neighbors…ya de ya. Yet I consistently find myself daydreaming about the family life and sounds that filled the air when a particular piece meets my eye. I’m actually not specific as to style or vintage, I quote Emerson because I love that he understood that “my” fascination has little to do with age, but rather of a life well lived, naturally. I want to believe that every item created and loved finds a new home. I sense that in a world full of blogs, twitter, texting, and other forms of immediate gratification that repurposed furniture stories can bond people in a way that only necessary items can – a mutual grounding of the I (insert name here) need you and you need me (dining table) sort of relationship.

I look forward to sharing with you my new blogging venture, exploring the depth of my passion for furniture in starting a new consignment business in Santa Barbara. I plan to journal the stories of some pieces, share photographs, try to explain my joy in transitioning them, share my sellers treasured memories, my buyers ideas for their new “friends” and the journey that is my life.