{"id":398,"date":"2008-07-31T01:14:06","date_gmt":"2008-07-31T07:14:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fromthefrontporch.com\/WPBlog\/?p=398"},"modified":"2023-09-18T12:00:49","modified_gmt":"2023-09-18T19:00:49","slug":"my-chair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/2008\/07\/my-chair\/","title":{"rendered":"My chair"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I’m sitting in the chair as I write – laptop on my lap, although in the interest of integrity, this post will appear the day after the writing… But, it is a blustery morning as a cold front is moving through. A few clouds are shadowing the morning sun at 8 a.m., the wind is blowing through the pines and it feels like it should be a stormy day even though the forecast is only for wind ahead of the front. Still, I love sitting in this chair, in a corner of my sunroom where I can see sky, trees and mountains and with windows open all around can hear the wind in the pines and at least imagine a dark, stormy day.<\/p>\n

I’ve had this chair for 22 years. It has needed to be recovered for at least 11 years. The chair doesn’t look that bad in the photo, but up close – my beloved cat (first cat), Gus, used the arms for scratching posts. There are other runs in the fabric on the upper wings. I don’t typically notice. The ottoman, however, has deteriorated badly in the last year… It has been sun faded for a bit but in the last year…<\/p>\n

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…that cord is starting to bother me.<\/p>\n

These pieces are well made Ethan Allen pieces, although ironically, the chair seat is too “short” for my height. I knew it when I received it, but I had ordered it special and we’d measured and I don’t know what happened. I have always loved the fabric and the wing back chair and ottoman were chosen to mimic a favorite chair and ottoman in my grandmother’s house. The only way I’m comfortable in the chair is with my feet and legs on the ottoman – but that is the point of the ottoman after all.<\/p>\n

I bought these pieces when I was still living in apartments in Los Angeles. I don’t remember sitting in this chair much until I moved to Montana. In the first house I owned in Montana, the chair always faced the fireplace. It was at that time that I started spending a quiet half hour in the morning – praying, reading, listening. My dog Zack and cat Gus were with me – Zack on the floor beside the ottoman and Gus on my lap. Gus was a “neck hugger” – he would often wrap his paws around my neck and bury his head under my chin…my angel cat. <\/p>\n

In the second house, the chair was in a corner surrounded by windows. I could see the wood stove and the fire in that house from the chair, but mostly I remember the company of Gus, Karl by now, and the view of trees, the hill behind the house and the sky. <\/p>\n

Now, the chair is in the sunroom of this little house. The woodstove is in a different room although when it’s going I can hear the comforting sounds of the wood fire. <\/p>\n

Everyday I look at the worn and frayed ottoman and think, “I really ought to do something about that.” I think about a new chair which would probably be the easiest thing to do – but I love this chair… I think about calling an upholsterer, but I would have to be without the chair for awhile and pick a new fabric. I do nothing about my chair. Despite it’s appearance, it remains my favorite place in the house to sit and think, write, read, pray, listen…in the company of my dog and cat.<\/p>\n

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My chair.<\/p>\n

…and, another time, the story of the lampshade with the bullet holes…<\/p>\n

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