The Elephant in the Room

Some of you may remember sweet Orange Grandma Whimsy from a previous post:

Much as I adore OGW, she was always meant to be a temporary measure until my Comfy Chair came into my life. I am ashamed to admit it, but many times have I sat, seething with jealousy, in the comfy chairs of others. You know those smug people who lord it over you in their lovely overstuffed chairs with ottomans. They slump and lounge and sit sideways and develop tremendous reading stamina. Friends, as a job challenged person, I am a woman with hours on my hands and as Nigella Lawson says, "a body built more for comfort than speed." How could I possibly refine my intellect without a Comfy Chair? Thus began the Craigslist search!

It wasn't long at all until I had spotted a beauty. The add showed my chair sitting by the fireplace, lonely and pining for me. I pictured us spending many lovely mornings drinking too much coffee, humming "so happy together" to ourselves. With incredible spy persuasion skills, I acquired the pick up from Sam and went out to rescue my soul-chair.

As I drove to my chair, I soon left apartment-land behind me and started to see the surrounding houses getting bigger and bigger. My GPS led me to a beautiful, but monstrously large home where an incredibly tiny woman led me to my chair. Some people don't believe in love at first sit, but I do. We were meant for each other!

It didn't look that heavy, but it took a family effort to get it to the truck. I got a little bit nervous when I noticed that though it looked perfectly normal in the living room of her house, it filled Sam's entire truck completely. Still, love blinded me. As you can see, she is a jewel among chairs:

The thing about this gorgeous chair is that it is proportional to itself. It isn't exceptionally wide or deep or long. It's exceptionally all of those things at once. So when you take it out of its native environment of a house built for Andre the Giant and put it in the context of our normal sized apartment, it suddenly becomes very, very large. Sam calls it the elephant in the room. It took over our apartment. I had to spend a day rearranging so that we could create a walking path to the kitchen. Sam and I can both sleep sideways in the chair at the same time. I created this visual to show you the elephant in context of normal sized chairs:

The ottoman had to be its own seating area. There is no possible way I could it fit between the chair and the couch. Trust me I tried. The good news is that your feet actually don't touch the floor anyway.

You might be thinking that I regret purchasing what may be in the top ten largest chairs in the greater Roswell area.

Never! I am so happy with my chair. Actually, I take that back. I'm ecstatic.

No matter how much Chick Fil-A Sam and I may eat over the years, when we ask our chair if we are getting too wide she will always reply, "Honey! Your tiny hiney? Don't even worry about it!"