Internet is a dangerous thing. You get one little concept in your head and Internet makes it so easy to carry it out. Too easy.
I've always liked Art Deco, Bauhaus and modernist styles. I haven't even dared dream before of actually owning anything made in the 1920s or 1930s. Until I bought this flat in a house built in 1938 and thought to look around on the Internet a bit.
I started out with an idea to just look around to see what kind of pieces were available, but didn't plan to actually buy anything just yet. That little innocent idea then took a life of its own and went on a shopping spree.
One of the decisions I've made since living in this room a bit is that it's just too small for both a sofa and a bed. Especially since the "sofa" is actually a daybed and the exact same size as the bed.
The room looks deceptively spacious because the ceiling is so high, but there isn't that much floor space at all and it feels cramped. So I talked to my friends about it and they advised to ditch the sofa and to get a chair instead. The same thing that I'd been contemplating myself. Yay! Decision made.
The new chair would require a new table, because what I have now is too low, or too big and too low at the same time. This is where the dangers of the Internet got the better of me and I became an owner of a 1930s Swedish side table.
It is perfect. The perfect size, the perfect colour, the perfect style and the perfect configuration. I love the signs of wear, yes, even the bit of missing veneer on the drawer. It is a perfect side table to store some knitting projects and the tools like scissors, darning needles, and so on in that little drawer.
It will serve as a hutch for the iMac until I get rid of the sofa and get that new chair. For the chair I've decided to buy a new one for various reasons. The main reason is that I don't want to have to reupholster it, and I want to be able to choose the fabric.
Another reason is that I would not know how to properly treat or repair a real vintage chair. With a new chair (depending on quality) I'd get at least 10-15 years out of it before I needed to worry about springs or filling or fabrics.
In any case I am going to have to first decide what kind of a chair do I want. I know that it must not have wood arm rests, and it has to be not too large. Right now I'm leaning towards a wingback chair for that classic look, but I haven't really made up my mind yet.