Frankly, The Folksy Magazine


Make A Statement

by Emily. Average Reading Time: almost 2 minutes.

Reupholstered Chair

I have this chair. It’s a kitchen chair that my brother picked up for 99p. He reupholstered the seat with a striking vintage fabric, painted the ornate back spindels in a bright white gloss and gave it to us wrapped in a large red ribbon as a Christmas present. It was a GREAT christmas present.

In our Victorian wood kitchen this chair makes a real statement. It stands tall amongst the other less demanding furniture, and proudly waits to be sat upon.

The greatest thing about this chair though, is the satisfaction I gain from owning a statement piece of furniture; a piece that really stands out in it’s environment and tells the world a little of who I am, like a great hat or my favourite pair of shoes.

A wing back chair in powder blue sitting in the corner of your living room is a glorious way to express that kooky side of yourself. So often are we bound by budget and practicalities that we talk ourselves out of treating our home to something really special.

A statement piece of furniture may be indulgent but it will go with you wherever you go. You won’t grow out of a statement piece of furniture. It will outrun fashion trends, transcend era’s, and if you choose it right, will follow you from home to home for the rest of your life. If, like my Grandmother did, you acquire something REALLY special it will be handed down through generations, gaining more bumps, scrapes and memories along the way, and being all the more beautiful for it.

In an era of disposable fashion let’s break the mould and treat ourselves to something that will LAST. Upcycle an old chair destined for the tip or splash out on something that will make you smile for years and years to come. I’ve put together a small collection of my Folksy favourites to whet your appetite and get you thinking.

I do have one word of warning though; your statement piece may become a real family favourite. There was not a morning went by that my children didn’t bicker over who got to sit on the “white chair” at the breakfast table. I’ve managed to put an end to that now though. It’s ALWAYS me.