Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Mr Modtomics Best Score Or Biggest Boo Boo? The Infamous FREE Pearsall Sofa And Letting It Go. Status: Sniff Sniff...Still Miss It.
Free. That's right. We picked this up for FREE. The low low price of nothin'. Three easy payments of absolutely nada! I know...wow, right? Eh, it was a long time ago and the thrill is gone.
So here's the "acquisition" story. In the old days (like 5-6 years ago) the Girlfriend and I would
get up Saturday morning around 6am, jump in the car and make the estate sale rounds. We
are not Saturday morning people. I'm not a morning person at all and the Girlfriend, the poor
doll, only gets to sleep in on the weekends. But I'd drag us up and out the door. This was way
before the discovery of estatesales.net where you can get a pretty good visual idea of what
might be waiting for you at any given sale. I was just getting an address and a limited idea of
what they had from ads in the paper. It was pretty hit or miss but we usually found a little
something at each.
Well, we had been at it all day and were at the last sale on our little list. It was a modest
bungalow in south city just on the south bank of River Des Peres. The thing about these kind
of places is that you just never know. These folks lived through the depression and learned to
appreciate what they had come to have in life. So much so that they threw away nothing it
would seem. When an item was replaced it was put on a shelf in the basement or garage. It
was not thrown out. It might be needed again! When this sofa was replaced it apparently made
it's way to the sun porch. The sellers were having people come in through the back door and
leave through the front. It was about 1pm when we arrived and were likely the last buyers of the
day. We found nothing in the house but as we were exiting through the sun porch I spotted it. It
was waiting there with a note that read "Free Take". Really! "Free Take"! Uhmmm...Ok.
We were driving a two door Honda Civic at the time. No way was this going in that! The sellers
were eager to have it gone and agreed to set it out next to the house while we procured a van
to move our booty. We borrowed the Girlfriends mothers van and were just able squeeze it in if
we pushed the seats all the way forward. It was quite comical in that I felt like I was driving like a
clown with twenty other clowns stuffed in the car with me waiting to spill out. But we got it. It was
ours. Did I mention it was free?
Now the sad story. You see, this was early in my informal vintage modern education. I knew it
was something special, just not what. I just thought it was Jetsons looking for real! I had never
heard the name Adrian Pearsall before, or Craft Associates. But I knew a little. Just not enough
to hold onto it. I had a couple come by to look at a record player that I had available. When
they arrived they noticed and admired the Pearsall sofa (of course!) and asked if it was
available. We hadn't really been using it as it was itchy (wool? fiberglass insulation? who
knows?) and we kept stuff on it since I was afraid Kennedy would destroy it with his sizable
claws. So after giving the Girlfriend a "what do ya think" look, I said sure. They asked how
much and after a few more seconds of (lame) thought I shrugged and asked (asked!) $125.
Well of course they snapped it right up. They blinked twice and said they'd be right back with
the additional cash. They were moving to Chicago. They bought a sofa that they were then
going to have to MOVE TO CHICAGO! I shoulda' known something was up! I shoulda' known I
was gonna miss that couch.