My Martha Stewart friend got a great deal on dining room chairs from an interior decorator she knows in Atlanta. She had them shipped to her house in Texas. Then she had them reupholstered and sent to her daughter in Chicago. I guess she thought you couldn't get things like chairs here.
I sat in one of those bargain
chairs the other night. It was too low. Even though it was on
casters. No wonder they were on sale. How low is too low?
You could scrape the food off your plate straight into your mouth. It
made me wonder whether anybody sat on them before making the purchase.
Oh, wait, I've met that interior decorator. She's very short. She
probably sat on them and her feet reached the floor so they were good
The next night I was having dinner
at another friend's house. I noticed she had the same dining room chairs.
Different upholstery. Uh-oh, I wondered how low to the ground they
were. They weren't. I could tell because my knees weren't dragging on
the floor. Plus I could use my fork to lift the food to my mouth to
So where did you get these chairs, I asked? Atlanta? No. A local place. Here in Chicago? Yes.