Ercol rage
I’m not much of a label snob, in either fashion or interiors. And though I admire the look and craftsmanship, I’m not really an Ercol nut either. But I do, I just do, really like the classic Windsor chair. So imagine my delight when I saw this outside my local junkshop on Saturday.
That string should have rung a warning bell, but no, I skipped inside, my heart beating faster. It was £15, the young man said. And they’d just sold it. It was all I could do not to fall to the ground screaming. In my Cornish home town at Christmas the furniture Gods similarly conspired to lead me to two of these beauties for £2.50 each. Also. Just. Sold. The agony.
Now I know I could theoretically go on eBay and buy a set of six for £400, BUT I DON”T WANT TO. My Friend has one. (And a cape):
Tales of a Junkaholic has one, that she’s painted beautiful white.
Furniture Gods, please hear my prayer (and ignore my less-than classy anger) and send me one I can actually buy. Soon? I promise I’ll never sulk again. Thanks x
Gutted for you. Your bargain IS out there have patience.
Going to an aution on wednesday I will have a look for you!
Thanks! Quite fancy an auction myself – might be more civilized than getting up at 6am for the car boot. I might do some London research.
oh no, not again! I swear it’s fate, there is a whole set of four out there for 20 quid with your name on, i’m sure of it.
I must have attracted some bad chair karma. Maybe all those houses at work I said should be confiscated due to lack of good taste…
Keep looking it would come your way!! I have seen them around quite often, better to get out of London…as you already know!! I like the painted version, any pastel colors or maybe dark??? hard choice
I have 4 pots of beautiful Sanderson eggshell in various pale pinks, blues and greens – a friend gifted them to me and they’re just waiting to be applied to one of these babies… as soon as I can get my paws on one.
I feel your pain.
I saw four in the bottom of a massive skip at my local tip with all sorts of junk on top.
It was all I could do not to climb in and get them out.
Gutted.
Aaaaggghhhh. I actually spent some time picturing that, wondering what I would do in such a situation. Mantle up a hook from a walking stick and a fishing rod?