Chartreusey is not technically chartreuse. She is more of a goldenrod tinged chartreuse.
Yay, most would call her ugly. I call her eclectic. She is part of one of the favorite parts of my apartment; my reading nook. I successfully grouped wall art, fake flowers, a lamp, end table, and Chartreusey. You know, a chair so bold would not fit in just anyone’s living room. But, she fits in mine. For a while I considered slipcovering her, but then she would just be bland–and I have a bland colored couch. (not knocking Couchy here. I love Couchy. We’re tight, but it would be overkill if Couchy were to be some sort of outrageous color. There’s already a lot of color going on in my living room.)
So yes, this a post about an old chair. I bought her at a church rummage sale the summer before my last year in college. She cost me $15. Four years later, she is happy nestled snuggly. She also enjoyed her spot by the window, and she may get to vacation there again at some point when I once again feel the need to clear my chi and rearrange my living room furniture. I cannot predict when that will be. Likely, not soon because I quite like the angle of my couch to my fireplace and it is quickly becoming fireplace season! glee.
Chartreusey is fairly comfortable (others have confirmed this! this not just my biased opinion of my beloved buddy) and can be quite comfy when the proper accessories, we shall call them “friends,” come to visit. My favorite way to enjoy Chartreusey is with a throw blanket (I’ve got about 4 of them plus a quilt hanging out in my living room), a throw pillow or two, and an ottoman. What? I don’t have an ottoman? Why, you are correct! However, I am crafty and create a makeshift ottoman when the need arises. I simply get my dark blue square laundry basket, empty, and flip it upside down in the desired location. Then I place my square, brown floor pillow atop the overturned basket, and VOILA! Ottoman.
Once I have all the friends in town, I grab a book, a drink or two (usually water and something else like coffee or Diet Coke–when I was still drinking pop), and settle in. My cat, Gracie, usually joins the party and either lies on my lap, legs, or on Chartreuesey’s head. We’re a merry bunch.
C’est si bon, Chartreusey! C’est si bon!
Glad you like that ugly chair. Glad it’s not in my house anymore!
Sincerely,
Brian
I LOVE that ugly chair!! I want one for my very own!! Oh wait, I have the couch from Greg’s office for my reading nook, that was free. I shall not complain or have envy, nay, I shall just claim the chair as my own each time I am in your home.