Yeah, I know, barely back from church for an hour, and I'm already coveting again. Does it matter that I coveted all the way through church, too? And most of yesterday, ever since I saw this rocking chair?
We'd gone to my mother-in-law's house to help her get ready for a trip, only there wasn't really anything for me to do; Grandma doesn't have wireless, either, so there I was with a basket of old magazines and a cushy sofa. I rifled through them pretty quick, and then a 2004 copy of French Elle Decor stopped me.
That was about the time that Vladimir Kagan's brand of flashy, biomorphic mid-century modernism hit the radar screen again. He certainly hadn't been on ours when we were shopping for a rocker, which is too bad because prices for his vintage pieces have more than doubled in the last couple of years. In Spring 2005, a Kagan sofa from 1952 went for $192,000 at Christie's.
So I'll just confess to coveting the Contour Sculpted Rocking Chair, which I didn't know about and which I probably wouldn't have been able to find anyway, and which I probably would've balked at for $3,000, never mind $9,000, because who really knows, right? But in the mean time, forgive me, for verily, this sweet, sweet rocking chair doth cause me to lust in my heart.