I get such satisfaction from the looks on people's faces when they see me trying to squeeze a big piece of ugly furniture in my car. It's a look that says, "you poor thing, you have no sense of style--what do you think you're doing?". The thing is, I know what I'm doing, so I always feel this sense of "I know something you don't know" pride. This dirty, beat-up ol' wingback settee is gorgeous and such a scene-stealer...you just can't tell right now 'cause it's a diamond in the rough! Reupholstering it in a really amazing pattern would be breathtaking, but I'm also enamored with the idea of this..