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Showing posts with label The New Chair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The New Chair. Show all posts

07 February 2013

THE NEW CHAIR



When Joe needed a new chair we popped off to Cookes Furnishings, where we buy all our furniture. It's a fabulous store that sells quality stuff.

After browsing through the entire stock of chairs, all displayed in room settings, we found just the chair for his needs. I liked it because it was Italian and matched my Stressless, Joe liked it for its comfort. The decision wasn’t made right away, we visited the store a couple more times to make sure it was the right chair.
This is my well used Stressless chair and matching stool
Of course we had to wait quite a long time for delivery, the chair having to be made in Italy and despatched from there, but the other day it arrived. Much rejoicing on my part! I was out for the day so didn’t see it arrive; therefore an official christening ceremony didn’t take place.
The new chair, so similar but a different make to mine
There’s always an adjustment to be made with new furniture, isn’t there? I mean, you can place a chair, think it doesn’t look right, and twiddle with it until it’s exactly where you want it. At least that’s my experience, you lovely readers might be happy with the first placing...lol. When I came home, therefore, I felt like doing a bit of adjusting. Joe told me it was heavy. Huh! Heavy, indeed! But I swallowed my words when I tried to move it. It was HEAVY. So HEAVY that I couldn’t budge it. Oh!

Naturally, being a woman who thinks laterally, I checked the chair’s feet. Solid. Square. Blocks. Of. Wood. Very nice square blocks of wood, in point of fact, but now I’m praying for castors.
The chair leg, or rather the chair block!
Don’t you think the salesperson should have mentioned the fact that the chair was a permanent fixture, maybe issuing instructions on how to clean under and around a lovely chair that can’t be moved ... at least by me.

It’s a good job Joe is a few years younger and still.... er .... agile. LOLOL. But time will tell, he isn’t going to get any younger, that’s for sure, and one day he’ll be like me.... powerless to move an Italian chair that’s very nice to look at but heavy as lead. All I can say is, thank goodness the thing is COMFORTABLE.

Ideas on coping gratefully received!