Honey, Can I Please Get An Antique Chair?

Setting the stage for you:

Husband is applying for elk hunting license and shopping for log cabins way up in the high country of the Rockies. Picture him pulling into the drive with his redneck black pick-up truck on a random Colorado afternoon and then you say, "Honey, can I please get this antique chair I found? Please, pretty please?" It all started with these pictures when I searched for antique parlor furniture: (Pink chair courtesy of MyStylishNest from Etsy). 

I was imagining myself reclining with a book and sipping on my latest detox tea. (Of course in this fantasy, my children would not be home). This chaise I found from an antique website in the UK. 

Here in Colorado Springs, we have a fantastic indoor flea market called, American Classics. Look what I found! (No, not Milo the Schnauzer). It has been freshly upholstered. I made my offer and took it home faster than I could throw it in the back of my car. The twig basket next to the chair came from Goodwill for $6.99 on the same shopping trip. What a great Saturday! (PS: Husband did not exactly say, "yes." He now has to deal with the foo-foo tufted beauty in his master bedroom.)