My Bougie Ass (rest)

I’ve got a half day at home today and am hoping to make some headway on an awkward transition in the current project. Results are not great so far, but in my search to find something positive, I give thanks for getting to sit in this chair:

Doesn’t look like much. Just some high-modern something or other, right? And we all know that all of that crazy modern furniture is uncomfortable. Wrong! What you can’t see on this photo is the best part. This is a woman-specific chair. The seat is sculpted inwards in a heart-shape, which gives a lot of room and comforting support to big wide hips and bums like mine. It’s like a bra for your ass, enabling you to sit still for hours in comfort. Which is awesome for people like me who fidget endlessly and sit on their feet by habit.

The freaky part is that this chair that’s worth more than I make in several months. So yeah, I struggle to make my part of the rent, but here it sits, something by a famous dude: a Nakashima Mira chair. Unfinished, it still bears his pencil marks and notes on the body. The Carpenter comes from a line of Carpenters. His grandfather was one and lived in Buck’s County, PA (snrk) and invested in Nakashima at an opportune time. A matched set was bought for the Carpenter’s mother and aunt. This one has his mom’s initial penciled underneath the seat– a measure to stop fighting between sisters. So that’s how the little chair came into my life. So it’s not exactly mine, but I think that the Carpenter lets me think so. He’s good like that. Also it is apparently not so comfortable for boy bottoms.

I just wish I had the space to lend it justice. Maybe a big vacant room all to myself where this chair faces a clean (right) desk. Maybe the room is full of light and soft music and no cats. Maybe I can’t get a wireless signal there.

So, yeah. I’m short of things to blog about, aren’t I? Rest assured that my ass rests in style.

~ by weltschmerz on April 1, 2008.