So another chair is not high on our list of needs, but it's crept to the top of my list of wants.
On Sunday with Christmas behind us we threw caution to the wind, ignored the tradition of twelfth night, and un-decked our Christmas tree. We'd shuffled the furniture around in the sitting room to accommodate the usual oversized tree, so once we'd relocated it to its new home on the bonfire, ready to combust in a tinder fuelled blaze, that's when the idea was sparked. There in the corner of the room was the perfect place for a new chair. There'd be plenty of room for a table, lamp, pile of books, ipod speaker; a square metre of floor space allocated purely to the art of relaxation. And this wouldn't be just any chair. It's a Charles Eames lounge chair and ottoman (reproduction sadly) in chocolate brown leather with a walnut frame. In a word, exquisite. I've already bought it in my head. I sit in it after the chosen one has gone to bed; reading, listening to music, glass of wine to hand and a view of the garden straight ahead.
I'm pretending to debate the merits. On the 'for' side we'd then have equal quantities of chairs and sofas, a fact that is of course ridiculous but nevertheless satisfies my need for symmetry and order. On the 'against' side we could spend the money on plenty of other things: a treadmill, wallpaper, new garden furniture...the list is lengthy and all items are worthy of consideration.
It is of course a done deal. But once it's in place we'll need to think about whether we should buy a new side table and lamp too. Not to mention the fact that there'd be a space on the wall behind which would probably need a new paining...I'll think about it; from my new chair.
