Introducing: The Ugly Yellow Chair.
So, I stole the chair out of the living room at the end of June. The upholstery is itchy, the color is hideous- this brown polka-dotted print rarely seen outside of doctor's offices. With a new roommate possibly moving in at the end of August, I really didn't want to start off by explaining that I had stolen the chair, violating the lease. (No, really.)
So the search for a chair began! I don't know if you know this, but chairs are expensive.
Really, really expensive. I am not going to pay $400 for something I'm going to sit in. It's just not going to happen. Unless it comes with a roomba, or a pony. Also, furniture sales people are pushy bastards. So I started combing through thrift stores, hitting up all five in the Lubbock area.
Do chairs possess some magic I'm unaware of? I could have happily walked off with a couch for $50. A sectional for $60, a nice leather sofa, barely used, for just under $100. But the single chair any of them had, a sad, leather chair that was, I swear to god, held together with duct tape? $150. I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
So, in a fit of, 'fuckitall', Kim suggested I try Sofa Mart, off the loop. We meandered a while- $300 on clearance for a leather chair, missing a whole arm? $700 for an ottoman to a $980 chair, but the couch is merely $410? I'm telling you, chairs are magic. Pure, unadulterated magic is distilled from chair fluff, I swear. So we're heading to leave, giving up on the hunt. I didn't have a totally set budget, buuut.. $300 wasn't going to happen. Not unless it was The Purple Chair's Identical Twin.
There it was. A price tag reading a mere $237. It was comfortable enough, regular cloth instead of Show Every Handprint Microfiber. But oh, god, it was ugly. So ugly. The yellow was like Dwight Shrute's shirt, a mustard that almost glowed in the harsh lights of the warehouse-style store. It was next to an equally yellow couch. Turning away from the chair, I strode towards the cluster of sales guys, defeat in my voice, "Does it come in any other color?"
No. No it did not. But they'd knock $100 off the price...?
I considered, and then forked over my debit card.
We lugged it up 3 flights of stairs. (We being Aaron and I) It's heavy, but seriously comfortable.. and, well, it's not as ugly as previously believed. But to me? It'll always be The Ugly Yellow Chair. Wolf hates it. A lot. At the moment, he's glaring at it from my feet, as if by sheer will alone he could move it.
So the search for a chair began! I don't know if you know this, but chairs are expensive.
Really, really expensive. I am not going to pay $400 for something I'm going to sit in. It's just not going to happen. Unless it comes with a roomba, or a pony. Also, furniture sales people are pushy bastards. So I started combing through thrift stores, hitting up all five in the Lubbock area.
Do chairs possess some magic I'm unaware of? I could have happily walked off with a couch for $50. A sectional for $60, a nice leather sofa, barely used, for just under $100. But the single chair any of them had, a sad, leather chair that was, I swear to god, held together with duct tape? $150. I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
So, in a fit of, 'fuckitall', Kim suggested I try Sofa Mart, off the loop. We meandered a while- $300 on clearance for a leather chair, missing a whole arm? $700 for an ottoman to a $980 chair, but the couch is merely $410? I'm telling you, chairs are magic. Pure, unadulterated magic is distilled from chair fluff, I swear. So we're heading to leave, giving up on the hunt. I didn't have a totally set budget, buuut.. $300 wasn't going to happen. Not unless it was The Purple Chair's Identical Twin.
There it was. A price tag reading a mere $237. It was comfortable enough, regular cloth instead of Show Every Handprint Microfiber. But oh, god, it was ugly. So ugly. The yellow was like Dwight Shrute's shirt, a mustard that almost glowed in the harsh lights of the warehouse-style store. It was next to an equally yellow couch. Turning away from the chair, I strode towards the cluster of sales guys, defeat in my voice, "Does it come in any other color?"
No. No it did not. But they'd knock $100 off the price...?
I considered, and then forked over my debit card.
We lugged it up 3 flights of stairs. (We being Aaron and I) It's heavy, but seriously comfortable.. and, well, it's not as ugly as previously believed. But to me? It'll always be The Ugly Yellow Chair. Wolf hates it. A lot. At the moment, he's glaring at it from my feet, as if by sheer will alone he could move it.