scroll chair

I can make a phangirl cringe.

So like yesterday, I saw a hat and I was like, wow that’s a nice hat! Then when I looked closer I saw that it was deep cherry coloured. I talked to the person selling it and she was sitting in a very comfortable looking
chair. I asked her how much the hat was and she told me to hold on a second because her hamster had escaped. She lured it back into its cage using milk. It was a strange day, but hey… Now
Every month i buy a hat from her store :)


Dating Justin - Series

“This game is rigged,” Hailey protested as you entered the den, tossing the Xbox controller to Kendall who was eager to play a round against Za. Fredo and Khalil were currently in the middle of placing bets on who would win next when your eyes wandered over to Justin. He sat comfortably in the recliner chair, scrolling through his phone until he saw you standing there. He smiled a bit and shoved his phone into his pocket, spreading his legs and patting his thigh for you to come and sit down.

“Come here,” he instructed quietly.

You hesitated, chewing on the skin of your lip, because you never really felt comfortable being affectionate in public. By the mischievous smirk slipping over Justin’s lips, you knew that’s exactly what he wanted.

After a moment of contemplation, you strode over towards him and sat maidenly on the edge of his leg, only to have him pulls you closer to the warmth of his crotch by your waist. Your face became a vibrant shade of scarlet and instinctively, you looked around to see if anyone noticed the two of you. Justin’s hand slid up and down the bare skin on your thigh that was exposed by the mini skirt you wore just as you realized that nobody was paying attention.

Turning sideways in his lap, you draped an arm around him and leveled to meet his creamy brown eyes. His hand squeezed your ass tenderly, catching you by surprise and forcing a quiet gasp from your mouth.

“I like how this looks on you,” he whispered seductively into your ear. He knew exactly how you felt about PDA and he knew that pushing all of the right buttons to turn you on would cloud your fear of being caught and teased by the others. Pressing his lips to yours, he slid his hand up your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra. You felt yourself being lost in his embrace until the commotion around you started to die down.

Worried, you pulled away from the kiss and turned your head. Everyone was now studying the television. Sighing, you turned back to Justin and settled into the crook of his neck, nipping gently at the skin on his sweet spot. You could feel him hardening underneath you and it caused you to stir a bit. He only moaned softly into your ear and continued palming your sensitive breasts, whispering about how badly he wanted you into your ear. You’d just started forming a hickey when your heard a high pitched squeal and you jumped back from Justin’s grip.

“You two were just having sex!” Kendall bursted into laughter causing everyone else to focus on you and Justin. Suddenly, just like a domino effect, everyone else started to comment and laugh. Justin pulled you closer to him and rolled his eyes.

“Get a room,” Fredo teased tossing a pillow your way.

I closed my eyes and hid in Justin’s chest, too embarrassed to see what everyone else was saying. “How about you all just get the fuck out?” Justin retorted causing them all to chuckle. “It’s our damn house, you’re in our room.”

“Whatever, man.” Khalil and Fredo teased as they got up and gathered their things, heading towards the door. Hailey and Kendall acted like the couldn’t stop laughing as they left, but when the door shut, relief washed over me.

I looked up to Justin, who was eyeing me down cautiously.

“It’s okay, Princess,” he pecked softly at my lips. “They were just being immature. You don’t have to worry about them.” He paused, licking his lips “You looked so innocent, letting me touch you while they were here. Now I’m gonna have to fuck that innocence right out of you.”

Hey Guys! I feel like I haven’t written in ages. Lemme know what you think. I miss it. & definitely send me more requests so I don’t run out of ideas.


Alvar Aalto 41 Paimio Scroll Chair for Artek

Acquired on craigslist this past Sunday for a fraction of its retail value, I am very happy to say that this is indeed an authentic Artek Paimio chair. Putting some sitting google voice dollars to work, I called Artek Helsinki who looked over some detailed images and confirmed that the construction is identical to the one still used by Artek’s manufacturer today. They did not have a date of manufacture, but from my research I would venture to say it is from the last 20 years.

Made with just four pieces of birch ply, the Paimio chair was designed between 1931-1932 for a Sanitorium in Finland of the same name. As is noted in most descriptions of the chair, it was designed to promote better breathing. It is in MoMa’s permanent archives and is recognized as one of the greater achievements in plywood manufacturing, spurring the creations of many future designers such as Charles & Ray Eames and Eero Saarinen.

I’ve been buying, refinishing and selling mid century furniture for about a year now and I’ve gone through so many phases of thought regarding my relationship with it. I’ve grossed more money than I’ve ever made completely on my own, and I’ve even made some profit along the way. As of now, my gut compulsion is to keep everything I like. I previously considered this impulse to be counterintuitive, as my eventual goal was to leave my job and start a business. I would sell pieces I loved, understanding that it was for the business, and my future. As of late, I’m beginning to care much more about the present, and my goal is to merely sell enough to break even, pay for garage rent and just keep everything else. I suppose that eventually, as seems to be the narrative of most showroom owners, I will be forced to open a store, rather than merely compelled to do so. Until then, I’m going to enjoy the hunt, furnish my apartment to my ideal specifications, and of course, pack a garage with awesome furniture.

Side note: On the suggestion of a friend (and photographer), I purchased a Yongnuo Speedlite YN560-III and some wireless triggers and began my journey with flash photography. I’ve been borrowing another friend’s Nikon D3100 and my skills are slowly improving. Flash photography is definitely an art and I feel barely confident at getting even decent results. I am satisfied with these shots, but of course, I have a long way to go.