If you are one of the five people who can actually keep up with my boring blather, you have probably heard me refer to the decor at The Landfill as Student Ghetto / Early In-law. When we bought this place, the last thing I wanted to do was fill it up with a bunch of random furniture. I wanted to start slowly and buy stuff as we could afford it. We had moved from a two-bedroom apartment and we had what we needed. The place was kind of bare but that was a good thing. I thought. And then, the Gumper and The Beautiful Sally moved down to Florida for the duration and we ended up with a bunch of their furniture. I was kicking and screaming but the GG had a different emotional thing going on and I caved. Some of y’all have heard me kvetch about the Green Couch. But there is also the Reading Chair. Here’s a cute picture albeit it not one that shows the whole chair.

Here’s a bit better pic (of the chair, not of yer fav-o-rite blahgger). And that’s the baby Mouse who looks like she’s actually sleeping.

The Reading Chair was where I spent a *lot* of time sitting with my first baby, nursing her or talking to her or watching all the dogs go by out the window. It was where I read Mouse’s Train Ride to her for the first time and I can still remember her practically hyperventilating as I turned each “page”. I read many books to kids there. After Mouse and I dropped Lizard Breath off at Haisley for her first day of kindergarten, we returned to the Landfill and Mouse immediately climbed up into the reading chair. I was thinking something like, “Oh isn’t that sweet, she wants to read with her mama alone” and tried to get into the chair with her. Nothing doing! She wanted that chair for herself!

The Reading Chair was sort of ragged when we adopted it and after all those years, it became pretty darn dilapidated. I am in a deacquisitional mode (as you may know) and I don’t have much patience with old broken things and a couple years ago, I got overwhelmed and I decided it was time to get rid of the Reading Chair. I moved it to a spot where it could be easily be moved out the door and I waited for a good opportunity.

But then. Life is always busy around here and it sat and it sat and it sat and it sat and it became a place to dump stuff (which isn’t a good thing but) and it sat. And one day I squinted at it a bit and I thought, “Rendel’s.” I couldn’t get rid of it. It’s hands down a better chair than I would get at Art Van or wherever and even though I think we have *too much* furniture, I decided to give it a new life.

Today. The Rendel’s guys delivered my reupholstered chair. I think it’s beautiful. Even though that kind of tapestry isn’t really my “style” (whatever the heck my style is). In the end, I decided to go with a fabric that was at least reminiscent of what had been on the chair. She is beautiful. The delivery guys wanted to know if I liked her and could they tell “him” (their boss (their dad?)) that. I told them I loved her! They wanted to shake hands (of course I did)! I forgot to tell them, “I’ll be back.”

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