Monday, September 26, 2005

Unusual Fetish

When I was a little kid (I know, I know. I still act like a kid. blah, blah, blah), both of my grandmas had special chairs that had been made for children. My mom's mom had a little tan rocking chair in the basement. I loved sitting in that chair. I didn't fit in the chair for long because it had arms on it, and I was a bit chubby. I digress. My dad's mom had a dark wooden table and three chairs that accompanied it. The table is no more than two feet tall. As the story goes, Gram bought the set with only two chairs. Gram was quick to point out to the salesperson that she had three grandkids who needed chairs, not two. The salesperson obliged to my grandma's pleas and gave her another chair. Thus, Kel, Chels, and I all had chairs to sit in as we ate our mac and cheese. Once again, I digress.
The point of this story is that I have a fetish for chairs. My mother can attest to the fact that I have saved multiple chairs from a trip to the dump. I have two bright red chairs on golden casters that were once permanent fixtures in one of my grandma's homes. They are comfy and have a lot of meaning for me. I have another chair covered in white vinyl with black, wooden legs and no arms. The back of this chair is not flat, but rounded. It is both inviting and cold at the same time. I love it. When I worked in Sugarhouse for a time, I often visited a small shop that was home to many unique items from decades past. It wasn't an antique store. The things there weren't that old. It was full of what I would consider to be "original" items. I call them original because they weren't part of box sets. They all had character. There was a jewelry box with a hand-etched mirror inside the lid. I really liked it, but I didn't have the need or the money. One day, I had a bad day at work and went into the shop to relax. There was a chair for sale, and the my neighbor sales woman asked if I would like to sit down for a minute. I did, and I fell in love with the chair. All of my troubles sank into the soft, wide seated chair. The blue and mauve colored fabric had a unique woven texture. The seat's bottom was not supported by metal springs or a wooden plank. It was cradled by a crisscrossing series of half-inch thick, frayed rope. The back was low. The arms were long and tall compared to the back. It invited me to sink into it and slouch while my tired limbs rested on the smooth, cool, medium-toned, wooden arms. The rest, though, could not be sustained because I had to return to work. A couple of days later, the owner of that little shop began packing her goods to move to a larger location around the corner. She asked if I was going to buy the chair before she moved. I chuckled and told her that I didn't have enough money to buy anything in her shop, let alone that chair. Not ten minutes after that conversation, she entered my store while I was busy attending to a customer. She talked for a moment with my manager and then brought the chair into our electronics show room and then left. When I finished helping my customer, I was told that our neighbor had decided to give me the chair. Apparently, she felt I needed it. It was a gesture I am still grateful for.
Today, a coworker heard me talking about how happy I was to have both of my red chairs in my new living room. She said she had a chair in her truck that she had planned on giving to a local charity after work. She still liked the chair, but her husband did not. She seemed reluctant to be giving it away in such a manner and asked if I would be interested in having it. I was a bit skeptical, but when I saw the chair, I again saw a great deal of character. It has a warm, cushy look to it. The chair is wrapped in a leafy fabric with mostly olive green colors and hints of yellow and brown. The front is supported by casters almost identical to the red chairs. The rear is anchored by dark wooden blocks. I graciously accepted the chair from my coworker. Officially, I bid it welcome to my otherwise white-as-a-sheep apartment. Color and character will always be welcome here. Long live my fetish for chairs.


Dan said...

I think I remember that little table and three chairs. Did it live in the basement bedroom?

Your grandma should have bargained for a chair for each of her grand-nieces and -nephews too! It would have been a little table and three dozen chairs!

Megs said...

Wow. How is it that I never knew tou had such a thing for chairs. Just when you think you really know someone....:)

Ryan said...

Dan, you're right, but I think that's why she bought the Midway place--bigger table, bench seating, etc. I think the family is currently in negotiations with the LDS church to buy the Conference Center, so we will have a place to hold the annual Christmas party!

Brookie Lee said...

Ryan my friend, you do realize in all your intelligence what a fetish is correct? And you have one for chairs eh? Very interesting.