Archive for August, 2012

Nothing else could account for the mini-dither I embarked upon when I saw it in a local consignment store a little over a week ago.

A second hand chair for the cottage exerts a powerful pull

I wasn’t even looking for a chair at that moment, though somewhere in my subconscious I had come to the conclusion that there was a chair sized space at the cottage that would need filling.

Couldn’t stop thinking about the chair. Then I started negotiating for the chair – which was one of a pair – and the vendor was willing to split them up, offer me a better price, hold it for a few days and take it back if it didn’t suit. Happy Times, right?

Only, all this goodness planted a seed of suspicion and paranoia instead: Maybe the chair was very ugly and I couldn’t see it! Maybe she knew no-one else would ever buy it!

Actually, she was just being really obliging and helpful. This would, I suppose, be a good place to reward her decency and mitigate my paranoia – which however she may not have known about until this moment – with a link to her lovely store: Around My House Consignment in Port Moody, BC.

My obsession continued and I posted a picture of the chair on Facebook and asked my HGTV- addicted friends to offer an opinion. Few cared.

And now the chair is in situ at the cottage and I really do like it. I still cannot explain my affinity except to say that it seems as though my brain has connected it to some otherwise lost memory. I have a karmic connection to a second-hand chair.

Also, it fills the small space quite nicely; offers an elegant-ish counterpoint to the Vilas maple chair beside it; and best of all, the next time we have friends over for an evening, or the Crumpet Club reconvenes, I may not find myself sitting on a folding chair.

And luckily, also fills an awkward space.

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Perhaps you recall the huge stump I uncovered when trimming back the laurel tree? And how Cottager said it was rotten and we should just chop it out?  Well I’m glad you can’t see the smug look on my face since it really isn’t very becoming….



In other developments, a pair of bucks have been hanging around the cottage nearly every day. The first time I saw them, I rolled over in bed and one of them was right outside the window. I thought for just a moment he might stick his head right in, a la Jerome the Giraffe. However; he did not.



Then later, I found one observing me in the bathroom and grabbed the camera again.



And finally, here is a long overdue photo of Stella, back from rehab.  Her weeks in close proximity to humans have made her quite approachable. She is readily identifiable as a result of her greyish coloured legs and the fact that some of her feathers no longer sit perfectly smoothly. It is nice to have her back.


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