Alas, how age betrays us. Things we once thought solid and firm become flexible, saggy even.
How is it, that I, who once despised the color orange as a hue only fitted for pumpkins and autumn leaves, have come to have such a passionate love affair with an plush orange chair from the 60's?
I can't help it. Originally discovered in the abandoned house next to my sister's (don't worry, they bought it, so it's OK to forage), I laid claim on it, fully intending to cover it with something. In the meantime, it sat in the old house stocking up on must.
Last week I finally brought it home and set it in the living room. Where I---gasp---liked it!
Maybe I'll cover it with something eventually, but for now, I'm enjoying it's sunny orange glow just the way it is.
Besides, Hobbes is thrilled to have a chair that matches his awesomeness.