My buddy Seena, who lives in Manhattan, and I acquired to talking about chairs. She sent me a photo of her new leopard-skin covered acquisition. I sent her a photo of my velvet purple chair, gifted to me by an old boyfriend, back in the day when I truly used the word “boyfriend” to explain a beau.
The term “boyfriend” has now become out of date, but the chair remains — a remnant of yet another time — and is one that Seena describes as “very kitch.” We refer to it as “The Boyfriend Chair,” from a wonderful guy, who inevitably went his way while I went mine. The chair and I having said that fashioned a permanent romance.