I LOVE EC,
for many reasons,
on this occasion,
The chair below was the very comfy, extremely ugly chair we bought as I carried our first son in my womb. I agreed to it knowing full-well that it was the ugliest thing I'd ever laid eyes on. Then I sat in it.
My lower back made sounds...of relief and joy.
I was a high-end furniture rep.
How could I purchase this chair and put it in our nursery for our sweet little angel and walk by it 100 times a day and not feel like I'd committed a designer faux pas
or worse, some crime?
I'm so glad it didn't go to the curb.
The day the chair was almost curbside, EC said, (I believe with tears forming in his eyes), "This is the chair you nursed our sons in, this is the chair we sat in to read to our babies, the chair that we slept in as our babies lay on our chests, you want to get rid of it?"
What kind of mother am I?
So. The chair stayed.
So did the moving ottoman. No. I can't even call this an ottoman. I'm sorry.
It's a hassock. Or footrest or footstool.
Imagine at 3 in the morning, holding baby, rocking in this gentle motion, both body and legs and feet back and forth in the most rhythmic movement...talk about sleep!
Oh goodness....all design statements aside...it was/is the most glorious motion your body would EVER need. And the entire seat reclines.
The chair cost over $500.
Eleven years ago.
(thank goodness no little hands or legs got caught in this contraption)
I'm slipcovering this set in drop cloth. Hopefully with some cording and fancy skirts.
Wish me luck.
(see you in 9 months)