The new chair.
Aug. 21st, 2005 01:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weaselmomSo we finally picked up the new rocker/recliner La-Z-Boy I ordered six weeks ago. We had to replace my old recliner, a Lane that had served me loyally and well for *20 years*. And over the course of about two months, tiny Kaylee had completely destroyed that chair. She pulled all the stuffing out and would clamber up on it and start digging her way to Narnia, the entrance to which was apparently accessible between the seat cushion and armrest. To keep her from getting into the mechanism, we had to seal it up in such a way that it was neither a rocker nor a recliner. Clearly, the poor thing had to be put out of its misery (the chair, not the weasel).
The new chair is...problematical. The La-Z-Boy showroom is a cavernous space, and in it all the various chairs appear to have normal human dimensions. However, *my* living room is significantly smaller than their showroom, and the new chair completely dominates the space. It's at least four inches taller and six inches wider than the old chair. The other furnishings are terrified. The sofa, which up to now had been a perfectly confident piece of furniture, now keeps its eyes cast down and mumbles apologetically to nobody in particular. I caught the coffee table listing itself on eBay. And the chair's upholstery has taken on an odd, vaguely Lovecraftian greenish-gold cast that wasn't there in the showroom.
I'm going to stick it out and try to make this work. It took months to find this chair to begin with, because it had to be at least such-and-such a size and needed particular back and neck support, plus I believe everybody should have one chair you can live in for three straight days when you have the flu. I may never really feel entirely comfortable with this chair and it might be hard to actually fall asleep in it. If a number of days go by and you haven't heard anything from me or Shawn, you might just knock on the door and, you know, make sure we're all right.
Come armed.
The new chair is...problematical. The La-Z-Boy showroom is a cavernous space, and in it all the various chairs appear to have normal human dimensions. However, *my* living room is significantly smaller than their showroom, and the new chair completely dominates the space. It's at least four inches taller and six inches wider than the old chair. The other furnishings are terrified. The sofa, which up to now had been a perfectly confident piece of furniture, now keeps its eyes cast down and mumbles apologetically to nobody in particular. I caught the coffee table listing itself on eBay. And the chair's upholstery has taken on an odd, vaguely Lovecraftian greenish-gold cast that wasn't there in the showroom.
I'm going to stick it out and try to make this work. It took months to find this chair to begin with, because it had to be at least such-and-such a size and needed particular back and neck support, plus I believe everybody should have one chair you can live in for three straight days when you have the flu. I may never really feel entirely comfortable with this chair and it might be hard to actually fall asleep in it. If a number of days go by and you haven't heard anything from me or Shawn, you might just knock on the door and, you know, make sure we're all right.
Come armed.
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Date: 2005-08-21 10:04 pm (UTC)poor kaylee will now never find her way to narnia....so sad
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Date: 2005-08-21 10:16 pm (UTC)Either way, we might still want to borrow your ScatMat, if the offer still stands...?
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Date: 2005-08-21 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-22 04:55 am (UTC)Scott
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Date: 2005-08-25 01:57 am (UTC)Chris
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Date: 2005-08-25 05:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-25 02:28 pm (UTC)Chris