While I was out hunting for that "just right" chair with my sister, we drove upon the La-Z-Boy Galleria and I suggested we run in and take a look. You never know when someone is having a blowout sale! We walked in and started looking around when I found it. The perfect chair. It was a modern, clean lined recliner that could be covered in any fabric that you desired. It was divine. It made my ass happy. It was also $899, which was my entire budget for a new couch, rug, curtains, pillows, materials for the ottoman and two chairs. The sales lady walked up and started her hard core sales pitch and I smiled and said, "I love it, it just needs to be more like $399".
She curled her lip at me and snarled, "Well. You better go over to American". (Meaning American Furniture Warehouse, the "greasy spoon" of furniture stores. Also the place that we found our couch and that awesome train photo hanging above it.) Then she stalked off and ignored my sister and I, which was convenient because she didn't notice when we spat our chaw into the fancy ass vase in the leather furniture vignette. Yeehaw! *banjos banjos*
The next day, while my family and I were out shopping for that perfect chair (or set of chairs...or fabric to recover my $64 pair wingback chairs), I suggested we make ONE LAST STOP at Habitat, you know, just to see what they had.
I had my fam stay in the vehicle as I ran in to take a peek. That is when I saw her. I named her Eleanor. I could see her perfectly funky avocado color sitting amongst a group of mauve and teal chairs. Even in their non-flattering, sad, decrepit, faded glow, I could sense that Eleanor was different. She was practically beckoning me. I sat. I loved. I called Brock and said "Bring the boys in. I found one. The chairs are on sale for $30."
Because I am a firm believer in multi-tasking, I continued peeking around while I was waiting for my guys. It paid off because I found this hand painted treasure on sale for $1.75.
|It even has an inscription on the back in ... Polish perhaps?|
We loaded Eleanor in the truck and delivered her to her new home. She is a beautiful, tufted, groovy green rocker/recliner of comfort. Even Smelly Cat agrees, and he is a picky little hairless bastard.
|Eleanor and Smelly Cat, bonding.|
Feel free to admire the awesomeness of the fabric.
Oh, and do you want to know the best part? When I was polishing up Eleanor, I discovered this.
|Can you read that label? It says La-Z-Boy Chair.|
Suck it snooty sales lady! I bought a Vintage 1969 La-Z-Boy in mint condition for $30. Oh yeah!
P.S. Why are you so snooty? You sell chairs. And I saw the camouflaged one with the beer cooler attached. Classy.
Peace, Love and Unicorns,
Johi (bargain hunter extraordinaire)