Russell’s chair. Redux

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My father’s old chair has been re-upholstered. Again. Or put more more accurately, the upholstery has been re-designed. By none other than our very own in-house designer.

Once again, he’s has had his way with it. He’s made his mark on it and we see no reason to change it.

First, to re-do it would cost a fair amount of money. We know that from experience.

Second, he’d just alter it to his specifications. Again. No question about that. We’ve seen it happen too many times.

Third, it has a sort of special something, a “je ne sais quoi,” if you will. No other chair has that. He has singled this one out.

Lastly, we believe it’s a finished product. The art-fulness of it is finally to his satisfaction.

I know how artists work. They fiddle with something until they have it just the way they want it. It’s like that with the chair.

It’s taken him about a year to get it where he wants it and he seems pleased, content.

If visitors care to comment, we explain. Otherwise, we assume they think that we’ve either turned a blind eye to the damage or can’t afford to fix it. For all we know, they regard it as a tacky example of shabby-chic.  In any case, it’s fine with us.

We’re certainly not about to de-claw the designer at this point. That would be cruel and unusual.

And so his work continues undisturbed.

If not totally appreciated.