Chair

A new consignment/thrift store opened just down the street a couple of weeks ago. I wandered over today, and found it to be clean, well chosen, and most remarkably, properly priced. Reasonable without being either ridiculously cheap (indicating imminent business failure) nor inflated. Fair, in short. And two small, but friendly little poodles that welcomed me with doggy enthusiasm. I rather like poodles, if they are raised like dogs. Nice breed, well treated. They tend to be, "Dude, whatever, just pet me then throw the damn ball." These were like that. Nice chat with the owner. Rainbow sticker up, we talked about the Art Crawl and the Arts Festival, living on the East Coast, small apartments, and of course, poodles.

Saw what looked like a very comfortable chair on the way in, and after a look around the shop, went back out to sit on the one on the sidewalk. Comfortable, solid, went back in to ask the price, reasonable. So, well, I have a new chair. I think it's very stylish, nice to sit in, which is the point of a chair. Much needed, in here. Eventually, I may refinish it, re-glue all the joints, but it's good as is right now.