The Chair

It seemed like a good idea at the time to get a chair in our room. There was something appealing about the idea of being able to sit down in a designated spot to put on my shoes, read, drink coffee..

However, let me be clear that none of these things happened. 

Looking back on the arrangement, I think I was sold on the elegance of the chair as well. Like, sitting on my bed at any point is just not good enough. I needed something that was precisely for sitting, not lying. Lying where you sit is barbaric, ya know? 

I’m thankful for that chair, but it wasn’t good enough. The brown leather, while simple and sophisticated, seemed to clash with the overall tone being set. While perfectly segrated piles of clothes occupied prime floor real estate, the chair pompously sat empty. 

It is abundantly clear that the purpose of the chair in the bedroom is simple- It is the harbor for camping clean clothes, the holding tank for dirty clothes lightly worn, and a form of purgatory for the tried-on option. 

I was dreaming out of my league to want tondrink coffee in my room, and everyone knows shoes go on by the door. 

The chair is a compliment to our once cluttered room. Clothes are off the floor and in a much more practical spot. My spot, unfortunately.