I tried to reason with myself that I really didn’t need this Vacation Chair, which only made me want it worse than ever. I did some soul searching trying to root out the psychological problem manifested by such a displaced attachment. Was it my early vacation experiences in Grand Lake, Colorado, where my family would rent a cabin at Kickapoo Lodge every summer? Only now do I wonder about it’s name--was it really an Indian name or was it a literal translation for the sort of place that it was?
The motel owners likely checked the cushions for stashed cash, like some treasure-hunter’s search for cash hidden behind old pictures, as my offers grew larger with the dickering…Was I crazy? Most definitely—that was already a given! I was crazily in-love with this chair!
At last I made an offer that I figured they couldn’t refuse, only to find out their reluctance wasn't to drive the price up, but rather that the chair had only been lent to them by a sister-in-law and when they asked for permission to sell the chair to me, the sister in law decided to use it in their newly bought cottage in Maine. Apparently it would have no furniture except this chair until moving there after retiring in a few years. I surmised after my lucrative offers, the sister-in-law hung onto it as a great retirement investment and imagined it worth growing if only invested a while longer? So in the end I didn’t get the original Vacation Chair!
I had an old homespun white bedspread that I temporarily used to covered the chair, but Zeldie, my started attacking and biting it as she did to other upholstered furniture. We did note that she doesn't bite soft velour sorts of fabrics and so that eliminated the job of doing a slip cover. My girls got me a soft plushy blanket to cover it, making it cat proof.
An old burgundy colored corduroy cushion was found in the basement to cover the top of the rattan ottoman tying it in, at least by color to the other accents in the room and soon visitors were commenting on the uniqueness of the ottoman and all said it shouldn't be covered. And that, my friends “is the rest of the rest story" of The Vacation Chair with its unmatched ottoman!
It is a special chair with a special pillow to tell its story. Maria had only a couple of pictures and my comment that my ideal vacation is "tacky" and she captured the dreams of my past, present and future vacations. Cassie, our dog must sense the chair's special significance as she wouldn't let Hannah take a picture without her in it, though she didn't want to steal the show by facing the camera!