A couple of weeks ago I wrote about how we were moving my study from the nice quiet room in which it's been for the last couple of years to another less private space, so as to free up a bedroom for Anne. Now, one of the chief pieces of furniture in my study is a big comfortable easy chair and foot stool; that's where I usually sit when I'm working with my laptop. It's an old chair, one we inherited from my parents, and the fabric was finally beginning to fall to pieces. So one of the first things we did was load it up and take it down to the local upholstery shop to get reupholstered.
We were supposed to get it back toward the end of January, but it came home today! I've had to work at my desk the whole time it's been gone, and so I've been missing it dreadfully. And now it's back (joy!).
Of course, it's not the chair I knew. It's now dark blue, for one thing; and for another, it has all new padding and springs. It no longer conforms beautifully and comfortably to the shape of my body. It's like a new chair.
In short, it isn't Broken Down -- uh, In. That's it. It isn't Broken In.
Ah, well. Some things take time to mature.Posted by Will Duquette at January 13, 2003 08:04 PM