Antiques Roadshow Dropout

I walked in Goodwill with the hope of passing time, and walked out with this chair. The lines were OK, the price was $9.99, and the chair was super sturdy and solid wood. I liked it. I could picture it as a computer chair for the media center in the kitchen of the house we don't own (I'm lame). So as we proceeded with the transformation, I unscrewed the seat (or was it David that did that) and low and behold I discovered the secret identity. Stapled to the wood was a little tag that said: Drexel Heritage ca:1982. Sweet! There is not a single piece of Drexel Heritage furniture that I could afford today considering side chairs start at $500 (a piece). Granted, the ca:1982 wasn't doing anything for it's likability, but still, decent furniture.

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The paint and fabric were already purchased, but as I watched David paint the chair, I got a little nervous as my mind concocted a possible future scenario. (dream sequence music playing) Fast forward 150 years, my great, great (great?)nephew and his wife are standing in line at the Antiques Roadshow. The appraiser starts by saying he's excited to see this chair in such good shape. He tells them some mumbo jumbo about Drexel furniture being created in 1903 and joining Heritage in the 1950s and they've been making furniture since then. He folds his arms and says that a chair like this can sometimes get up to $6000 at auction, and the camera pans left to the faces of the nervous couple. They try (unsuccessfully) to look nonchalant and say something about how "interesting" it is, but they won't sell because this chair means something to them. Next, the appraiser says he notices that the chair has been painted, and recovered a few times by "amateurs". He goes on, unfortunately, with the changes, the chair's value is closer to, ummmm, $10. How much did you say your Great Aunt bought it for? The camera pans left again and the couple retain a smile but "crap, now we can't buy that Costco furniture" is written all over their faces.

I think I have an overactive imagination. But I like how my 1982 chair turned out.

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