Do you remember my broken recliner? It started in November when one back corner was sagging and my back was hurting from sitting in it. We went through an ordeal with the furniture company getting it repaired. Vince finally had to call the chair manufacturer who called the furniture store and built a fire under them to get it fixed. They came Monday and picked the chair up and told me they would have it back on Tuesday. We all laughed at that but today . . Saturday . . they returned the chair . . fixed quite nicely. I don’t think the chair ever had enough stuffing in it and they ordered all new pads and fixed whatever mechanism was broken and it’s better than it was when it we bought it 2 years ago. This chair is not a La-Z-Boy and Vince squawked when I bought this furniture because he wanted La-Z-Boy and we never found what we wanted and I was tired of looking so I said “I’ll take that” and I was done.
We had a recliner in the bedroom and I brought it to the living room a while back when it looked like the chair was never going to be fixed. After a few weeks of back and forth, before Christmas even, Vince ordered a La-Z-Boy to replace the broken recliner so now that the broken recliner is fixed and home, and once the La-Z-Boy arrives, we will have too many chairs. When you live in a house the size of a peanut, one too many big chairs is a big deal.
One of the drawbacks to knitting in the sewing room is that I have to sit on the sofa and I prefer to have my feet up so I said “I think I’ll put the fixed recliner in the sewing room”. Vince said “WHERE?” Yes .. I know . . every square inch is full but I made room.
I’ve ordered a slip cover for it and will keep it covered with a sheet til the slip cover arrives. Under the storebought quilt on the floor is my pile of quilts waiting to be bound. I really don’t need that sofa but it’s an old sofa from when they were really well built and it looks brand new . . Vince says that’s because I never let anyone sit on it and unless we were having company, I kept a slipcover on it. It’s a sleeper and there have been times when we needed an extra bed and someone slept in the sewing room.
You never know . . we may end up moving somewhere that has a basement and I could use it in the basement. Houses in MO have basements . . just saying! 🙂
From my chair, I can look out the door or out two windows so it’s a perfect knitting spot.
There’s no table so I’ll probably just clean out one of those plastic drawers and open it and use it for my side table. Then I can close it when I walk away to keep Boots out.
Boots already decided it was a great place sleep.
I think it will work out very nice. I can bring Rita over here too. She never gets to sit with me because Speck is always in the chair with me. Vince even said he will hook up Netflix on the TV over here and then I can watch things he doesn’t want to watch. We have Netflix on the TV in the house and I never turn it on because I don’t know how to work it all so I guess he’ll have to teach me how to work it too. When did I turn into my grandmother?
Susan says
It looks like a great chair now, and I really like the idea of closing the drawer and the kitty stays out.
JudyL says
It is a comfy chair and it’s plenty big enough for one of the dogs or cat to sit next to me in the chair (at least until I gain a few more pounds!) 🙂
By Vince is going to be aggravated every time he sees it since he didn’t want to get it and then the furniture store was not great about fixing it so . . out of sight, out of mind.
Diana in RR,TX says
We have one of those old well made sofa’s. But it been used plenty and recovered twice now. Galen bought it in ’67 when we started working at 3M. Your chair looks comfy and do what I do, I have Galen write out a cheat sheet for me when it comes to switching things on the TV!
Sherry in Carrollton, TX says
Looks good to me. You will like having Netflix in the sewing room. I’m in Georgetown, at my Mom’s for w weeks and I really misshaving it while I’m sewing.
Joyce Wilson says
Thats funny about turning into your grandmother! Which one? And which one am I?
Hmm. Food for thought. Every now and then, Judy, you really jog my mind.