In some ways, I wish this chair had a better story. It’s a simple one. Matthew and I were walking down our block and found it in a trash pile. It looked pretty unassuming and dirty, but it was solid wood, and we’re still in the young-poor-things-living-in-New-York mentality. That means if it’s free we’ll probably take it. A blessing and a curse, really.
The chair sat in our apartment for about five months until we finally got a good dose of inspiration (thanks, Charles!) and took a page from The Brick House’s Navajo blanket chair, even if it risks our home turning into a Ralph Lauren catalogue. Nothing on eBay was right, so we actually went with a Navajo-inspired horse blanket. It turned out to be perfect, and it was pretty fun shipping a package to Matthew’s office from HorseLoverz.com.
The real fun came during the deconstruction of the chair, which ended up having three (three!) layers of old, dirty textile before we got to the base. If I die from chemical particles lodged in my throat you can probably go ahead and blame this project.