A handful of years ago when we decided to finally replace our old kid-battered living room furniture, I fell in love with a completely impractical and embarrassing chair.
A recliner. A La-Z-Boy, to be precise. As an English teacher/lifelong pedant, I was already chagrined to be shopping at a place with such an inexplicably misspelled name but then to be captivated by their signature piece, something I’d only ever associated with old people…1
But this one called out to me. With its jaunty peacocky feather pattern and secret push-back design, looking like a simple reading chair but actually being “nature’s way of relaxing.” It was a silly price - almost half the cost of our new couch & loveseat together - yet my loving, thoughful husband knew I needed this chair. Plus it did match our new furniture set. And it was on sale. (I think).
Since we brought it home, this chair has been my early morning perch2 for meditation, writing, and reading. It’s my place for tea, online shopping, and social media scrolling throughout the day. And, always, it’s an invitation for naps.
May it keep growing old with us.
There is nothing wrong with old people - I am one myself - but we all have those cringy images of grandpas & uncles snoring open-mouthed in their worn pleather chairs at family gatherings.
After porch time with my old school desk, to be discussed in a future Friday thing.
:) Beautiful chair! We also have a recliner- disguised to look like a mission-style chair. We love it! Lis uses it every day <3 I think it cost just as much as our couch (which was on sale). ;)