The Chair

What a gorgeous chair! Thought the woman, who was perusing a local antique shop.
Breathtaking really, she exclaimed to herself as she stood across the store, gazing at a seemingly pristine and ornate, Louis XV, antique high back chair.

From where she stood, more than halfway across the shop, the upholstery looked flawless. Aged beautifully. The patina in the wood gave the chair such depth and character. An truly incredible sample of the era. Hopefully the price is right because this could be an amazing find.

She felt giddy.

The woman walked closer. Excitedly. Hurriedly.

What a lovely chair, she thought to herself again. Stunning really. What a lucky find.

But as she neared the chair, she noticed that the upholstery was a little worn. The edges a little frayed. Maybe a tad aged. But if she squinted, it still looked to be in decent condition.

And even closer still…
What looked like patina from across the shop, were stains and scratches from a century of use.

Up close, the chair wasn’t in such great shape. The wood was severely discolored and had deep gouges. The fabric was worn to the padding.

She sat in the chair.
It was incredibly comfortable.
And she thought to herself…
What a gorgeous chair. It might need a little refinishing. And it might need some new upholstery. But the foundation is sturdy and strong.
With a few little tweaks, this chair could probably withstand another century.

She bought the chair.
She took it home.

And she realized what it is about the chair that she fell in love with.
It reminded her of her life.
And it made her realize that, even when her life seemed frayed and gouged…
all she needs is a little tweaking.

What a very lucky find, indeed.

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