Life in a downtown condo poses some challenges. Listening to your neighbour's thudding disco at 2 in the morning, and picking other people's discarded cigarette butts out of your balcony plants, to name a few. Then, of course, there's size. This condo is tiny. Not crazy Tiny House small, but I Grew Up In a Leafy Canadian Suburb and This Place Would Fit In the Kitchen small.
My sofa, from Elte, is "condo size", but I recently decided that I needed a new living room chair. As I am accident prone, I need something to sit on that isn't white, or I'll spend all my free time trying to get Bordeaux out of the upholstery. For years, I had a club chair with a multicoloured leafy print on it, but the fabric started to fray, so I decided to try a new look. That chair, which fit perfectly, was from an unlikely source- I ordered it from Sears. I don't remember fretting about the size before I ordered it, and it fit the room really well. So, I went down the same path this time, and found a different style on the Sears.ca website. To less success, I'm afraid.
When the delivery guy showed up with this chair (2 hours before he was supposed to, causing me to run home from the office, but that is another matter), it wouldn't fit through the door! Together, we ripped off all the protective cardboard and packaging, but it still wouldn't budge. I told him he could leave, and I'd take care of it. Eventually, with the cushion off, and a hefty shove I thought might break it, I got it through the foyer and into the living room.
Yeah, it's way too big.
It dominates the room. It looks to me like the chair Captain Kirk sat in on the Starship Enterprise. All my other furniture is dwarfed by it. I planned to return it, but in my haste to unwrap it, I threw
out the return instructions and receipt. I just wasn't in the mood to call Sears and yell "Come get this &#(%&%ing chair!!" at some poor call centre employee, so here it sits. Or, rather, here I sit on it.
It's comfortable, I guess. I feel like the largeness encourages me to sit leaned to one side, and it eats pens like you wouldn't believe. It's brown, though, so at least it hides spills well. Whenever I try to get someone to agree with me that it's hideous and too big, no one does, out of politeness, or because it's not as bad as I think, I'm not sure.
I'm still in the market for a replacement. I'd like something with wood arms, maybe mid-century style, that I could more easily move around when I have guests. At least with this chair, I'm all set if William Shatner ever shows up at my door.
My sofa, from Elte, is "condo size", but I recently decided that I needed a new living room chair. As I am accident prone, I need something to sit on that isn't white, or I'll spend all my free time trying to get Bordeaux out of the upholstery. For years, I had a club chair with a multicoloured leafy print on it, but the fabric started to fray, so I decided to try a new look. That chair, which fit perfectly, was from an unlikely source- I ordered it from Sears. I don't remember fretting about the size before I ordered it, and it fit the room really well. So, I went down the same path this time, and found a different style on the Sears.ca website. To less success, I'm afraid.
When the delivery guy showed up with this chair (2 hours before he was supposed to, causing me to run home from the office, but that is another matter), it wouldn't fit through the door! Together, we ripped off all the protective cardboard and packaging, but it still wouldn't budge. I told him he could leave, and I'd take care of it. Eventually, with the cushion off, and a hefty shove I thought might break it, I got it through the foyer and into the living room.
Yeah, it's way too big.
It dominates the room. It looks to me like the chair Captain Kirk sat in on the Starship Enterprise. All my other furniture is dwarfed by it. I planned to return it, but in my haste to unwrap it, I threw
out the return instructions and receipt. I just wasn't in the mood to call Sears and yell "Come get this &#(%&%ing chair!!" at some poor call centre employee, so here it sits. Or, rather, here I sit on it.
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| Not far off... |
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| Me with my friends, enjoying the new chair. |
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| It's too big, but it's here to stay (for now). |
Lori, I cracked up reading your photo heading: "Me with my friends, enjoying the new chair." Too funny! - Kira
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