*title of this post stolen from Soulemama
Yesterday I went on an epic thrift store search.
I was in need of a better chair. The one I had was fun to look at, but I got back aches from sitting in it too long. And since we've stored our desks and office chairs away while we're working on renovating and finishing that room, I do a lot of sitting in that chair in the living room.
I visited three stores in the morning, but came up with nothing. The chairs I found that didn't make my back hurt even more were either very ugly or too big. So after lunch, I went at it again. Visited three more stores. I hesitated about a darling little chair that was labeled 'granny's reading chair', but I knew I wouldn't be able to spend a day of work on it. So off I went, to the seventh store on my list.
And there it was. The chair of my dreams.
I've always loved rocking chairs, but the time was never right. I had small homes and very accident prone children. In my (overactive, I have to admit) mind could see them tumbling over and breaking their necks while playing in my chair. Not that they would be allowed to, but hey, I do understand the attraction of it.
So I bought none of the rocking chairs I passed in thrift stores in those days. When Amanda found hers (oh my, how can that be almost ten years ago already?!?) the dream became alive again and since my children were bigger by then, I started keeping an eye out for rocking chairs. But of course, in those days I never found an affordable rocking chair. That's how it goes.
But now? I'm in chair heaven. My back started singing when I sat down to test it in the store and it's even better with pillows. It's great for working on my laptop, for knitting, for reading, for talking. I love, love, love it.
I was still doubting whether or not to ship our belongings to Curaçao when we move there forever, but now I'm sure. There's no way I'll leave this chair behind. Nope, no matter where we'll live, I'll be here. In my rocking chair.