And so we lived happily together for the next eleven years. I faithfully retreat to my chair after a day full of activity to relax, read the mail or newspaper and have a snack followed by a short nap before I prepare dinner. When Trixie, my toy poodle, was alive she also found comfort with me in the chair as she squeezed her tiny body between my hip and the chair’s arm. Recently I bought a pillow that has a picture and shape of a black party poodle. It looks just like Trixie.
I thank the red gingham chair in each of its locations for helping me to recuperate from three major surgeries. My chair was my safe place where I healed as I looked out out on the natural beauty of Davis Creek. An almost fantastical scene with an osprey’s nest in the distance and an amazing variety of industrious cormorants, egrets, herons, ducks and seagulls. In the spring, swan and goose pairs visited to proudly show off their progeny. I was always happy to see the graceful beauty of the white tailed dear who regularly stopped to munch on therosarugosa in my garden.
My special chair is showing its age with permanent dirt spots and worn material on the arms, seat and leg rest. The whole chair appears to have a murky film. The left leg is turning in and it complains more than usual when I recline. No it’s not pretty any more but I won’t give up my chair. I am beginning to feel like those sitcom curmudgeons, Archie Bunker and Frasier’s father who stubbornly keep their old, worn out chairs.
Can I save my chair? Should I call in an upholstery cleaner or just reupholster it at a cost several multiples of its original price? Could I find a comparable red gingham? No, Lane doesn’t make this chair any more. They make big ugly recliners not nearly as beautiful as mine. I will continue to love and cherish it because my chair and I are an inseparable team.
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