the flea market and the hollywood regency chairs

A few Sundays ago, Devin and I hit up the Alemany Flea Market to scope out the goods.  I don’t know about you, but flea markets and I have a longstanding love affair.  It’s always satisfying when I find something off of my wishlist, which that weekend consisted of:

  • Various vintage pyrex pieces
  • Milk glass vases
  • Bar cart
  • Vintage wood window
  • Birdcage
  • Chairs for the living room and master bedroom
  • Desk to makeover for the office

Obviously I wasn’t expecting to find ALL of these items in one go, but it’s a rotating list of things I collect, pieces for the wedding and odds and ends for the house.

It should be noted that more often than not, I come home with something that ISN’T on my list…but at the moment I see it, I just HAVE to have it and how can I NOT at such a STEAL.  Right?  RIGHT?!

On this particular trip, we’d already been halfway through the whole thing and I still hadn’t found anything so I was pretty bummed out. UNTIL.  I saw them.  THE CHAIRS.  The hollywood regency chairs that I’ve been trolling Craigslist for, drooling over on home design websites, watching on ebay, lusting after for our living room and master bedroom.  Not only that, they were a matched pair!

I fought not to let my excitement show (Haggling Tip #1: never let them see how much you really want it).  I walked up and casually started giving the chairs a once over.  They were in pretty good shape over all, though the flattened cushions needed replacing and the battered blue velvet fabric needed reupholstering.  I asked the guy how much he wanted for them, and he said $175 for the pair.  What the WHAT?!  Now I know some people would actually pay that much for them in an antique store, and I’ve seen similar chairs on ebay go for around that price and even more, but I was still crushed.  Out of my budget, I thought.  No way he’d let me haggle him down to half that price.

Then Devin walked over with that “oh no what is she bringing home NOW” look on his face, and as I showed him the chairs he started shaking his head.  “Nope.  Sorry babe.  I don’t see them looking good in our house.”  If you haven’t already noticed, this is a recurring theme around these parts.  Devin disagreeing with me, then me eventually proving him wrong.  Heh.

I ignored his headshaking and just went out on a limb.  “I’ll give you $80 for the pair”…and the guy said “okay…I really don’t want to have to lug these home again.  You can have ’em for $80.”


I looked at Devin again, puppy dog eyes, eyelashes batting….and he STILL shook his head.  “No, babe…you’re crazy.  Sorry.”

To which I retorted, “YOU HAVE NO VISION!” and stomped away.  Because I’m a five year old.

We left the flea to run other errands, but obviously at this point I was NOT pleasant company to be around.  I couldn’t believe I walked away from those chairs.  SIGH.

That afternoon, after three hours of my dejected sighs and mumbling and grumbling, Devin caved.  “Okay.  Let’s go see if they’re still there.  I want you to be happy.”  I expected they’d be long gone by then, but we hightailed it back to the flea market and THEY WERE STILL THERE.  If that didn’t shout THESE CHAIRS ARE MEANT TO BE YOURS then I don’t know what would.

The guy laughed when he saw me.  “I couldn’t believe you’d walk away from these chairs!  Some folks are refinishing these babies and selling them at the Antiques Faire for over $300!”  (He wasn’t lying.  I’ve seen them there.)

THEN when I went to pay for them, I realized I only had $73 on me, which I feebly handed to the guy.  He just laughed and said “Ohhh just take ’em will ya?”  At which point I gave him a huge hug and picked one of them up to take back to the truck.  As we walked away, he asked Devin, “So what made you change your mind?”  To which he replied, “Well…I figured it would be cheaper to make her happy.”


How amazing are these chairs??  I can’t wait to get my hands on them.  🙂

Not surprisingly, when we got home and I put one in its future spot in the living room, replacing the rocking chair, Devin took a step back and said, “You know what?  You’re right.  That looks good there.  It’ll be even better when they’re repainted and have new cushions.  Sorry I doubted you babe.”




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the most important answer to the most important question

Last Wednesday, my sister and I flew to Las Vegas to meet my family for a mini reunion / birthday celebration.  My cousin turned 21 on Thursday so we wanted him to celebrate in style.  Plus my birthday was on Sunday so it worked out well that my grandma, aunts, uncle and cousins were in town from the east coast so we could all celebrate together.  D. didn’t come with since he had to work and also stayed home to watch the pups.

After three fun-filled days of gambling, trying to stay cool in the 100 degree heat and eating way too much food, we drove back to my parents’ house outside of LA on Friday.  My mom and stepdad seemed to be in a rush to get back to town saying that my stepdad needed to run to the office for a meeting.

When we got back though, my stepdad ended up sticking around for awhile and my mom mentioned that her friend would be coming over with food that she ordered so we could have an early birthday dinner for me that night.  Eventually, around 9pm, my stepdad finally left to go “to the office.”  When he got back a little while later, my mom called everyone down to the living room to start eating.  I got up to go to the bathroom and my mom was all “WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”  To which I answered “uhhhh…I need to pee.  Is that ok?”  She was all “Oh. Okay go ahead.”

When I got out of the bathroom, the doorbell rang.  When I opened the front door, D. was standing there with a huge bouquet of flowers and a big smile on his face.  I was in complete and utter shock as I wasn’t expecting to see him until I got home on sunday.  “Surprise! Happy birthday baby!” to which I shouted “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!”

I was so touched that he came to surprise me for my birthday that I started crying.  Then I started crying even more when he took my hand and started saying the sweetest, most wonderful things to me about how much he loves me and how happy I make him and how lucky he is…and THEN…he pulled a ring box from his pocket, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.  To which I shouted “OHMYGOSH YES!!” through my tears.  Then I heard cheers and applause and looked around to see that my entire family had gathered in the foyer and on the stairs and had been watching the entire time.

It means so much to me that he proposed to me in front of my family…especially my Lola (grandmother) who I only get to see once a year at most.  She cried, my mom cried, we all cried.  We spent the rest of the weekend with my family and flew home on Sunday afternoon.

The back story to all this is that my mom, stepdad and sister were all in on it. In fact, when my mom and stepdad AND dad and stepmom all came to visit us at separate times back in July, D. had asked both sets of my parents for their blessing to propose to me.

Originally his flight was supposed to land at 6:45 (the “office meeting” my stepdad had to go to was to pick him up from the airport), but he MISSED HIS FLIGHT.  Then when he caught the next one, he was stuck on the plane after they landed due to a security alert at the Orange County Airport.  The things my poor boyfriend fiance (!!!) had to do just to even get to me.

And the ring.  Holy cow I am SO in love with the ring.  Almost as in love as I am with D.  It’s beautiful and absolutely perfect in every single way.

I am so unbelievably happy.  And I’M GETTING MARRIED.  Holy heck.