Antique shop and its secrets: why do we love antique furniture so much?
If only furniture could tell its story …
Antiques are Mary’s long-standing passion. She holds an antique store on the outskirts of London and some of her things are collected personally to her around the world. For example, she found this leather armchair of the Art Deco era in Provence. During a trip to the French provinces, Mary and her husband met a lovely old couple who, with a bottle of Bordeaux, kindly agreed to sell this treasure for a ridiculous amount. Buddha’s bronze arm was brought from Singapore, and this table was brought from America. Jess, Mary’s friend, saved him from certain death when the owner of the cafe, where she had breakfast on buns on Saturdays, decided to change “all this stuff” to new modern furniture.
Recently, things are not going very well. Antique furniture is now not held in high esteem. Young people are ready to give the last money for a vintage dress, but they prefer to buy furniture at IKEA. Ever since Lizzy was born, Mary and her husband have not traveled at all, all of a sudden I wanted to stay in one place, to equip my house and sleep for some time in her bed. You still don’t get bored. Now, the nurse Lizzy got sick today and the child will have to spend the whole day in the shop. It is necessary to entertain, preferably without damage to property.
Antique shop and the history of his things
“Mom, do you know everything about every and every thing?”
“Not all, all, and not about each, each, but the very talkative people told me a lot about themselves, for example, this antique chest of drawers,” Mary ran her hand over the mahogany tabletop. – Once upon a time, he stood in a large beautiful house, watched weekly balls, ladies in beautiful magnificent dresses and elegant gentlemen. And so he would have stood in a luxurious hall, if the war had not begun. The house temporarily became a hospital, and bandages, jars, and medicine bottles were stored in the chest of drawers. The same ladies, but already in simple dresses and with their hair tucked under white headscarves, helped wounded gentlemen every day. When the war ended, it became difficult for the family to maintain a large house, and it was decided to sell expensive but no longer needed furniture. A beautiful chest of drawers made of mahogany was bought one of the first. His new master was Lord Blackwish. It is not known what he was doing, but obviously something bad, since in such a difficult period for everyone he could afford expensive furniture. Blackwish had a bad reputation, so no one was surprised when one day a fire broke out in his house and the estate burned to the ground. Someone from the servants saved the chest of drawers from the fire, and if the lord was then in the house, no one knew, but they never saw him again.
– But what about your chest of drawers?
“I found him at the flea market in Prague.” Two guys, obviously not versed in antiques, wanted to sell it to me as a Chippendale chest of drawers.
– I also know them, these are chipmunks-rescuers!
“No, honey, Thomas Chippendale is a well-known furniture designer, although they say that the chipmunks are really named after him.” So, I convinced the guys that the chest of drawers is an obvious fake, and now it is here.
Mary said nothing that she had cheated, because this antique chest of drawers was genuine.
Suddenly, a Chinese bell hanging over the door of an antique shop tinkled, and a stern-looking man, seventy years old, out of weather, dressed in an old-fashioned black trench coat and bowler hat, entered the shop. He looked around the antique shop, ran a pale hand across the countertop of the mahogany chest of drawers and, without raising his eyes, asked: “Excuse me, ma’am, is this Chippendale?”