|The Chair, Before|
We found the winner in the deepest basement recesses of Horseman Antiques, a four-floor, overstuffed shop anchoring the
Another chair sat upside-down atop it, like a kid doing a headstand. I removed it, and was delighted to find that what looked like a simple seat was instead a rocker. Throw in cool orange fabric and Danish modern styling that we both dug, and, well, I called over a salesman to haggle. It didn't last long. "The Scandinavian stuff is going like crazy," he said. "And they made such great oranges back then." Confirming our good judgment alone would have sealed the deal, but when he dropped the price from $325 to $285, my alligator arms stretched all the way to my wallet. Even in the murky light we could tell that the chair needed a stern cleaning, and its foam padding had lost some firmness. (After 40 years, what hasn't?) Still, the chair debuted to rave reviews among our friends. Ours was a happy collection of furniture.