In September, I fell in love with a chair. I was glider shopping and decided to stop at La-Z-Boy to see if they had anything good before hitting the baby furniture store. I sat in a lot of chairs and had a Goldilocks moment when I sat in Lancer. There are three important words that you need to know about Lancer: Power Lumbar Support. I sent my husband and Robin several texts that I was never leaving the store. Only problem: Lancer was approximately $1,000 more than I intended to spend.
My doting husband met me at the store and I let him sit in Lancer. He agreed that it was a purchase I would not regret, if I should decide to spend the money. I decided to do it. (Our current recliner is a sucky suck-fest that shouldn’t be allowed to coexist with chairs like Lancer. Stupid, inadequate chair.)
The original plan was for Lancer to live in the nursery. Then, when the baby started sleeping through the night, I would swap it with the recliner in our bedroom.
Then, we set up the furniture in the nursery. It’s a small room and there was no way that Lancer was going to fit with everything else. Which led to a troubling decision – where should Lancer live?
The only logical place was to put Lancer in the bedroom. But where? My office is a sitting room attached to our bedroom. One half was perfect. (That’s the half where I work. The other half was adequate for reading and putting extra stuff.)
You see, even with my OCD tendencies (especially where my office is concerned), there was a corner where all of the extra stuff went to live. For our purposes, we’ll call it the Corner of Shame.
As I stared at the Corner of Shame, I knew that it was the right size for the stupid recliner and then I could move Lancer to the best reading spot in the room. I mean, baby feeding spot. That’s totally why I got it, right?
But, there were some items that I needed that lived in the Corner of Shame. Specifically, that filing cabinet with the modem, router, ooma and phone on it.
This meant that my husband was recruited to shift my office furniture by about six inches. But it was fine because he is strong and doting. (I will consider awarding points if you can spot Flat Kitty and my tiny Justice Blackmun figurine.)
This made enough room for me to put the filing cabinet in a new corner.
Perfect. Except that I now have a Cord Jungle that I’m not sure how to deal with. [That is the only cable outlet in the room, so I need the modem to be close to it. Then everything else has to be close-ish to that. Problem is that the phone cords are a weird length and I cannot make them look nicer. Accordingly, I am trying to cover everything up with the shredder and my trash can. And that's how I solve decorating problems.]
On a sunny morning, Lancer came to live with us.
Now, the reading side of the sitting room has two recliners that don’t match and I have gracefully accepted that I may automatically qualify as a senior citizen. Except that I don’t care because Lancer is the most perfect chair in the world and I have slept in that chair a couple of times because Power Lumbar Support is a pregnant woman’s friend.
This is what the office looks like now. Maybe, just maybe, someday I will consider hanging something on the walls. (It’s been 5.5 years and that is still not a concern.)
That’s Elmo’s best friend, Fishie, in the center of the room. He sings to Fishie (or his hippo) when no one is watching him. It’s very sweet, although he sounds like he is being skinned alive.
Now, I just need a way to make all of the cords invisible. I realize that other people would be menaced by the bare walls. Nope. Only the cords bother me.