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do you ever come across something so perfectly, gorgeously worn, something that gives a loud holler to a life well-lived? and you just have to somehow find a way to own it? well, that's sort of how i felt when i saw this stool sitting in the corner of a basement in Portland, OR. this relic comes to you straight from the estate of a commissioned medical officer in the US Army who served into the 1950's and had a home filled with fascinating objects from his time in the service. it's completely cast iron, with its original paint job slowly chipping away. (the blue reflection on the edge of the seat is a reflection of the sunny blue skies we're experiencing today. there's no blue actually on the stool.) the stool seat spins up and down, and the 4 rungs are ready to hold your feet comfortably for as long as you need to sit down. i hope somebody i know buys this stool so that i can continue to gaze at it every now and then.
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