Has anything ever spoken to you (I mean that literally) at a flea market or garage sale? "C'mon, keep moving, at the end, over here, here I am!" was the one-sided conversation from this chair last Saturday.
Hey (to Husband), it looks Heywood Wakefieldish, try it out. He, of course, found it too low, not his style etc. and retired to the car. A few minutes later I paid the guy $10 (yep, 10 bucks - no bargaining necessary) and followed with the talking chair, handing it to Husband to tetris-fit it into the car.
I located the HW marking while it was upside-down getting a watered down mild vinegar bath and it's cushion covers were in the wash. "DUH!" was the talking chair's only comment. I sent this link to Husband and no complaints have been heard since!
Now to decide on the fabric for the cushion recover. Tempting...oh so tempting. I guess I should ask the chair its opinion on the matter.