Twinkle: Chair Drama From the People Who Invented Chair Drama

So, since Fun Sink is getting her new kitchen and is finding new homes for her priceless antiques, we have inherited a chair.

It's actually not horrible. Mr. Twinkle wanted it because it's comfortable. The chair was a staple in my FIL's lovely childhood home on Village Drive, so its history is already more than acceptable. Apparently there is some family story involving the chair, where FIL's sister accidentally kicked him in the head while playing in it as a child. It's a heartwarming story, and y'all know I'm a sucker for sentimentality. (If only Fun Sink had been the one kicked). I don't hate the chair. Out of all the awful pieces of furniture in Fun Sink's house, it is the least awful by a longshot. It's actually not half bad. Here's a picture of it in its new home: our bedroom. It's in desperate need of an accent pillow, but I think it works really well in its new space.

It even works in its current upholstery (although up close it's a bit utilitarian for my tastes), but eventually I'd like to re-cover it in a celery green damask, with a buffalo check accent pillow. Or maybe I'll stick with gray, but definitely in a pretty pattern.

I think the chair could be really cute like that, and a great statement piece for our bedroom.

Mr. Twinkle had different ideas for the chair. He wanted it in our living room, but it didn't work at all there for several reasons:

1). The room has a certain balance, and he wanted to shove this large, odd chair into a corner, by itself, completely disrupting the balance of the room, and nonsensically sitting by itself in a corner where no one congregates.

2). The other option was to put it near the sofas in the middle of the room, blocking a high-traffic area.

3). The upholstery, which works remarkably well in the bedroom, seems bland and out-of-place with the living room furniture. It seems more like a hand-me-down in the living room, but I really think it looks like it was made for the space in the bedroom.

Mr. Twinkle wisely came around to my opinion about the chair's placement with very little discussion, but now he's afraid that we're going to offend people because it seems like we're "hiding" the chair. 

And he's probably right: Fun Sink can't just selflessly give a gift and let us do whatever the hell we want with it. I'm sure she has an expectation that the chair will be front and center in the living room, whether or not it works in the space. When it ends up in a more private location I'm sure she'll find a way to take it as a personal slight. 

Also, these are not people to put a nice chair in a bedroom. It would never occur to them--that is how uncreative and downright peasant-ish these people are. Yes, I just called them peasants. Only peasants would think a nice chair has to be shown off in the living room, even if it works much better somewhere else. Only peasants wouldn't even consider putting a chair where no one's going to see it or enjoy it but themselves.

In other news, I'm a big snob and Fun Sink is clearly right about me. But I don't really care--I'll be lounging in my new chair all day, eating bonbons and not working (unlike my industrious, one-day-a-week-working sister-in-law), because it's my chair now, b!tches!