Bottoms Up

July 7, 2015

The first chair we ever bought was a Finn Juhl upholstered in a tangerine microsuede. When we moved from Kensington Market to Robert St., with not much furniture, the Finn Juhl more than held its own in an otherwise empty living room. But then came the Eames lounge chair in a well-worn butter-soft brown leather to keep it company. That chair we got for a steal from an antique dealer from Casablanca who used to have a shop on King Street. It was through Roberto that we also acquired our next chair –– a dainty occasional chair with fine brass bones and a Dijon yellow chenille seat cushion. When Iole was born, we moved away from the mid century silhouette, to a more traditional, English looking armchair for her room, refashioned by the creative folks at Anthropolgie in a faded parrot print fabric. For our next chair, an orange wrought iron garden chair, I had a seat cushion made out of some Josef Frank fabric we received as a wedding gift. If I had to choose a favourite, that might be it. But then there’s our most recent chair, a wing-back upholstered in pink and yellow ikat with jaunty wooden legs that we’re all potty about. The truth is, I adore each one for its uniqueness and for the story woven into its seat cushion. So many bottoms, so many tales. Plus, our chairs are shining proof of my design credo –– surround yourself with things that you love, and it will all come together.

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