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For a Quick Dinner Party, Bring Out The Ladder-Backs

Saturday, January 07, 2006

"What time is it?" our red-headed creative brainiac dinner guest asked.

"Just about 11:30," Josh said.

The redhead sat straight up. "My GOD these chairs are comfortable!" she swore, and then poured herself a wee bit more port before sitting back for a wee bit longer.

In 1969-70 my subdivision developer Dad made his first, and last, million dollars. The Queen of the VFW -- who was more of a Desperate Housewife at the time and wouldn't have gone near a VFW -- celebrated by buying a 1971 Cadillac Sedan de Ville and getting a pass to the Atlanta Wholesale Designers-Only Furniture Showroom. There she bought yards and yards of dark-green shag carpet, a formal living room full of furniture and accessories, including a gold-velvet couch and a golden-glass hanging lamp the size of Pluto; a master bedroom suite whose headboard has black leather inserts; and this dining room suite which I was able to score a few months ago.

The Elvis Chairs

I call them The Elvis Chairs because if they don't remind you of Graceland, nothing will. And because "Hunk-a hunk-a burnin' love" always comes to mind when I sit in one next to Josh.

They are really comfy. Thanks, Mom.