The Chair That Spoke to Me!

I stopped by a thrift store the other day that was having a FREE sale on their deck. Essentially, these were items they couldn't sell. I had just brought home a vintage Bali Hai bedroom set the night before - which I obtained for FREE on Craigslist (and hadn't started the upcycle yet) and also still had my most recently finished project still sitting in my sun room, waiting for the new owner to pick it up. So, why was I there? I have a sickness...I'm convinced of it - but that's another story.
Immediately upon exiting my car, I saw this chair. It spoke to me - no really....it did. I walked over to it....not bad, a little bruising on the cane back, but nothing that couldn't be pampered up. It didn't stink and the cushion was in great shape (the upholstery - not so much). I couldn't, right? So, I walked around and came back to the chair. Then I went inside the store to look at things that had price tags on them (the horror!) and attempted to leave empty handed. I couldn't get to my car - the chair was speaking to me, so I had to give in.
About the time I pulled away from the curb, I panicked. Would this be THE piece of furniture that would push my sweetheart (who really IS a sweetheart) over the edge? I am ashamed to say that I briefly considered hiding it in the shed. Alas...we don't keep secrets, so I took it home and put it in the garage with my other recent scores and figured I'd let him notice it on his own.....which he did...that evening...and then he walked into the living room and said, "I am placing a moratorium on bringing any more furniture into the house until you've finished the projects you have". And then he walked away.
Needless to say - I got started on this the very next morning and finished it up within 2 days. Hey, if something else speaks to me, I can't be in the throws of a moratorium!
Here's how it turned out. What do you think?