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Big decision
Oct. 27th, 2011 07:52 amI'm pretty sure I want to getc rid of my chair.
My Mom bought this big, overstuffed chair at an auction about 8 years ago quite by accident but then she fell in love with it. It's a very 1989-design chair in grey-n-brown tones with a matching ottoman. My Mom tried it out in her living room for a while and found it just wasn't comfortable yet - too new. It needed to be broken in. And so she gifted it to Crystal and I for our tiny apartment.
I was able to tame this untameable chair and make it my own. It very quickly became MY CHAIR.
This is the chair I first rocked Molly to sleep in. It's the chair where Crystal breast-fed Molly. Molly and I spent countless sleepless nights in that chair together. Every stain, scratch, rip and smell in that chair is like a page out of Molly's Baby Book that tells an entire story by itself.
But lately, my chair has been more of a burden than a blessing.
It sits off to one side of the living room, separate from the rest of the living room furniture where my wife and child sit. And so every night it's the same; Molly and Crystal cuddle on the couch, and I sit in my chair all alone.
This morning Molly woke-up having had a nightmare of some sort and just wanted a bit of extra snuggling, so I'm curled up on the couch next to her right now, with the dog on one side of me and the cat on the other, and it just feels so *right* that I'm inspired to get rid of my great big chair.
Getting rid of the chair will be a great sadness but also a great boon. It will open up our living room immensely, it will make our game closet much more accessible, and it will inspire a much greater amount of family snuggle-time :)
My Mom bought this big, overstuffed chair at an auction about 8 years ago quite by accident but then she fell in love with it. It's a very 1989-design chair in grey-n-brown tones with a matching ottoman. My Mom tried it out in her living room for a while and found it just wasn't comfortable yet - too new. It needed to be broken in. And so she gifted it to Crystal and I for our tiny apartment.
I was able to tame this untameable chair and make it my own. It very quickly became MY CHAIR.
This is the chair I first rocked Molly to sleep in. It's the chair where Crystal breast-fed Molly. Molly and I spent countless sleepless nights in that chair together. Every stain, scratch, rip and smell in that chair is like a page out of Molly's Baby Book that tells an entire story by itself.
But lately, my chair has been more of a burden than a blessing.
It sits off to one side of the living room, separate from the rest of the living room furniture where my wife and child sit. And so every night it's the same; Molly and Crystal cuddle on the couch, and I sit in my chair all alone.
This morning Molly woke-up having had a nightmare of some sort and just wanted a bit of extra snuggling, so I'm curled up on the couch next to her right now, with the dog on one side of me and the cat on the other, and it just feels so *right* that I'm inspired to get rid of my great big chair.
Getting rid of the chair will be a great sadness but also a great boon. It will open up our living room immensely, it will make our game closet much more accessible, and it will inspire a much greater amount of family snuggle-time :)
