Every piece of used furniture has a story to tell. We only need to sit back and listen.
I was commissioned for the King. I supported him from the very genesis of his reign until his treacherous end.
My frame was built from the rare Speckled Oak, the very same mighty tree which His Majesty swung from as a boy. My graceful limbs were hand-cut and shaped by the most experienced and artful woodworkers.
My stuffing consists of the softest of goose feathers, the small downy variety that required the plucking of nearly 500 geese.
My velvet upholstery was woven from the finest silk at the hands of virgins, as the cloth had to remain pure. It was then painstakingly dyed using crushed bramble berries and burdock root in a process that took many days before it achieved the rich, flame-like hue desired by His Highness.
I once heard a wonderfully captivating story from a woman in Ohio who claimed her sister used to date a Saudi prince many years ago. She said that at one point, the prince sent his girlfriend two 1960's-70's style chairs similar to the one in the photo and asked her to hold onto them for him for safekeeping. That they were actually thrones. The girlfriend put them in her basement and forgot about them. Several years later, she died. The family cleaned out the house. The woman I met completely forgot about the "thrones" until after her remaining siblings had sold them at a yard sale.
So, according to this totally unverifiable story, there ARE two supposed Saudi thrones floating around out there somewhere, sans pedigree, and assumed to be just any other '70's modern chairs.
A highly suspect story, for sure, but a fun one, and totally in keeping with this post, so I pass it on.
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