I finally found a place for my Eames.
Exciting huh? It looked weird at the dining table with no match AND people kept sitting on it! Can you imagine? The nerve!
It's not that it isn't sturdy. It is. I'm just protective of it. As much as I loathe things that are for looking only and not for using, I wasn't using it. So I shuffled the front entrance around and now the chair is there to greet me and hold my purse. One day I'll relent and let some butts on it. Today is not that day.
Here's another story:
Months ago I drove out to the valley and bought a chair for $20. A sweet little wire and wood mid-century number. I refinished the wood arms and put it out on our porch and thought maybe I'd sit out there and watch a sunset or two. Not one sunset did I watch, not one sit did I have in that chair.
Since we moved here (a year ago now, can you believe that?) I have rotated every chair in the house in front of our desk. It's a real life goldilocks. When I moved the above mentioned Eames I thought about the chair outside and wondered if it would work with the desk.
But "Wait!" you say. "What about the wire? Isn't it uncomfortable?" you ask. Shhhh, shhhhh...nothing that a sheepskin and a kilim pillow can't fix. Observe:
Look at all the usefulness going on up in here. Things going on, stuff happening.
