My throne finally arrived.
The mother-in-law inherited a high back wing chair when she bought her new home a few years ago. I found the chair to be extremely comfortable, and stated such. The mother-in-law bequeathed the chair to me, since it didn't match any of her decor or other furniture. The only problem was that we had neither room for it at the time nor a way to move it.
With the move of our home library to a different part of the house, we now had room for the chair. A recent visit from the mother and the father in their pickup truck allowed for transport of the chair. The chair resided on the imaginary line separating the living room and dining room, since we needed to get rid of a hide-a-bed sofa.
The sofa departed this evening with a couple who are establishing their new home together. We inherited the sofa with the purchase of our house a few years back. I never liked it and would have gotten rid of it sooner, except that the wife did like it. With the sofa gone, the chair made a journey from its liminal zone to its new permanent location in the home library. It's floral pattern of pinks, blues, and greens on cream and tan doesn't matter. The comfort of the chair easily trumps aesthetics.
Now I can read and fall asleep in the comfort of my own high back wing chair intead of on the couch!
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