Terrifyingly Grown Up
Today Jake and I went and Bought Furniture. Yes, it deserves the capitals. We purchased, in total, eight chairs and three bookshelves, of which six chairs and all the bookshelves were transported home in the Civic. That was exciting - but I am getting ahead of myself.
I have been ruining my back by sitting in bad chairs at desks that are the wrong height for years now. When finishing my thesis there were days when my entire back was one mass of knots and muscle pain. (This kind of coincided with the printmaking awesome printmaking class which unfortunately made my knees very, very sad. It was a painful quarter!) I have been staring longingly at task chairs for probably a year nw, but the nice ones are so bloody expensive I could never quite justify it. Fast forward to taxes this year, which were Rather Fun, on account of getting married halfway through the year and that doing Good Things to joint filing statuses, etc.
The upshot of all this is that today I got to order a Real Chair, the kind that costs hundreds of dollars and has a twelve year warranty, and is generally the most comfortable thing I have EVER sat in. I had been pining over the Herman Miller Space Captain Chair (doesn't it look like it belongs on the bridge of the Enterprise?) but when I actually sat in it, I found that it didn't have enough lower back support. The Mirra, on the other hand, has adjustable back support! You can adjust the placement and the tension, and I am really FAR too excited about this. *flail* COMFY CHAIRS! A chair that doesn't give me horrible backaches! Now I just have to WAIT IMPATIENTLY for it to get here.
After buying Real Furniture, we headed off to the Dread IKEA, where we got six $15 chairs for around the house, and another three bookshelves for the living room and Jake's office. I should finally be able to bring all my National Geographic magazines out of storage at the parental house and install them down here. This will be nice, as they are excellent reference. The $15 chairs should hopefully last longer than most of the wooden IKEA chairs I have encountered, since they're steel and plastic.
Getting everything home in a Honda Civic hatchback involved some very interesting packing, and a scant inch of clearance between the bookshelf boxes and the windshield. Luckily we never had to brake hard.
How do you know when your are terribly and irreversibly grown up? When you cheerfully spend you tax return on furniture and then gleefully inform the world about it. *eyeroll*
In slightly more exciting news (maybe,) I am feeling inspired to draw the characters from Daisy Chains, my comic project that will probably never be, as I cannot draw. I was looking for Irish faces to base one of the characters off of, and came to the happy conclusion that he looks rather like Michael Collins (of the IRA) crossed with the second guy from the right in Albrecht Durer's sketch of Irish warriors and peasants. This is probably helpful to none save myself, but - it does make me very cheerful. If I can just get the characters sketched enough to be decent references, then maybe I can do something with them.
I have been ruining my back by sitting in bad chairs at desks that are the wrong height for years now. When finishing my thesis there were days when my entire back was one mass of knots and muscle pain. (This kind of coincided with the printmaking awesome printmaking class which unfortunately made my knees very, very sad. It was a painful quarter!) I have been staring longingly at task chairs for probably a year nw, but the nice ones are so bloody expensive I could never quite justify it. Fast forward to taxes this year, which were Rather Fun, on account of getting married halfway through the year and that doing Good Things to joint filing statuses, etc.
The upshot of all this is that today I got to order a Real Chair, the kind that costs hundreds of dollars and has a twelve year warranty, and is generally the most comfortable thing I have EVER sat in. I had been pining over the Herman Miller Space Captain Chair (doesn't it look like it belongs on the bridge of the Enterprise?) but when I actually sat in it, I found that it didn't have enough lower back support. The Mirra, on the other hand, has adjustable back support! You can adjust the placement and the tension, and I am really FAR too excited about this. *flail* COMFY CHAIRS! A chair that doesn't give me horrible backaches! Now I just have to WAIT IMPATIENTLY for it to get here.
After buying Real Furniture, we headed off to the Dread IKEA, where we got six $15 chairs for around the house, and another three bookshelves for the living room and Jake's office. I should finally be able to bring all my National Geographic magazines out of storage at the parental house and install them down here. This will be nice, as they are excellent reference. The $15 chairs should hopefully last longer than most of the wooden IKEA chairs I have encountered, since they're steel and plastic.
Getting everything home in a Honda Civic hatchback involved some very interesting packing, and a scant inch of clearance between the bookshelf boxes and the windshield. Luckily we never had to brake hard.
How do you know when your are terribly and irreversibly grown up? When you cheerfully spend you tax return on furniture and then gleefully inform the world about it. *eyeroll*
In slightly more exciting news (maybe,) I am feeling inspired to draw the characters from Daisy Chains, my comic project that will probably never be, as I cannot draw. I was looking for Irish faces to base one of the characters off of, and came to the happy conclusion that he looks rather like Michael Collins (of the IRA) crossed with the second guy from the right in Albrecht Durer's sketch of Irish warriors and peasants. This is probably helpful to none save myself, but - it does make me very cheerful. If I can just get the characters sketched enough to be decent references, then maybe I can do something with them.