It’s not the prettiest chair. As a matter of fact, I call it my “butt-ugly” writing chair.
We actually have two of them, and when we bought them they were $99 each, so you know they’re not the best quality. And they’re old now, which means they’re losing their cushiony goodness and breaking down (having a child who throws herself over them and into them and spins around in them doesn’t help AT ALL.) And I would love to have a new chair, but here’s the thing: I wrote FIVE books in this chair. Five books that got published. Call me superstitious, but one doesn’t get rid of the writing chair!
My husband painted my daughter’s old playroom for me, a lovely shade of gray that I picked out. I’ve got a desk in there, a really NICE office chair, and I’m looking for bookcases. But the office is in the dark, dark basement and I like the living room, with open windows and lots of light. (Don’t laugh at the picture frames with no pictures in them….this is still a work in progress!)
There are days I go down there, when the TV is just too much to handle and I need quiet. But when it comes time to BICHOK, it’s this chair to which I go.
Now if only I could get the quiet…..