The princes get new thrones

Chris scampered off to an auction today with the sole purpose of acquiring a pair of rare porter chairs.  We have long admired them in the Restoration Hardware catalogue, but didn't have the stomach to spend $2000 on each.  (Who would?!)

After some patient waiting, he managed to get the pair of them for a reasonable amount.  They need some new upholstery (pink and yellow velvet!), but are otherwise is amazing shape.  They are certainly not for everyone, but when you have a Victorian house, built in the French tradition, sometimes you have to go with some drama pieces, y'know?

I'm sure I will have years ahead of me where people walk into the living room and either squeal in horror or delight.  (My mother has already declared "I really couldn't hate them any more.")

Let me say, though, that they seem the perfect chair for the autistic type.  Charley has declared them "the best chairs ever" and was quite happy sitting in their protective embrace.

A word about this child:

I spent the morning at the hospital yesterday, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with him.  The answer was not what I would have guess.  Not in a million years.

He has SCARLET FEVER!  Are you serious!?  Does that even exist anymore?  The answer is yes.  I thought he was looking a wee bit sunburned.  Easy to treat and no big deal, but it certainly sounds interesting.  I'm going to keep that in circulation for a while.

"Why was Charley off school for 3 days?" 

"Because he had freekin' SCARLET FEVER!"

I'm hoping the rouged rash stops with him, because although it's a novelty, I don't really want to deal with the Tyrant suffering through it as well.

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Here's a few more shots of Charley, posing in a I'm-laid-up-with-scarlet-fever kind of way:

He's quite good at the dramatics when he wants to be.  Sister Sarah said that this is the exact kind of furniture from which you would catch the ol' scarlet fever.  They are regal, aren't they?  I feel like amending a constitution when I sit in them.  Or ordering someone to be beheaded.

New upholstery suggestions?  French grain sack?  Toile?  Or do you just really despise them?  Tell me!

Edited to add link:  Porter's Chairs
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