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The term “boyfriend” has now become out of date, but the chair remains — a remnant of yet another time — and is one that Seena describes as “very kitch.”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.

Fact is, my purple chair is exquisite, and so delicate that I never even sit in it. It stands off to the side of my dwelling space, searching like a piece of art deco to admire, but not to benefit from in any real way.

The moment, my handyman, Wilson, came in excess of and sat in it. I intended to say, “Sorry, off limits” but I did not want to be impolite. So, I stored my awesome, hoping it wouldn’t crack. It survived Wilson’s muscular physique, producing me recognize the chair is more resilient than I imagined. However, I still shy away from making human get in touch with with it.

It does not surprise me that Seena has a leopard pores and skin chair. If everyone would, Seena is that particular person. She is fabulously funky and wonderful, unique and exciting. Such a chair fits proper in with her persona. It is the fantastic piece of home furnishings for a lady who would derive a great deal satisfaction from these kinds of a dialogue piece.

As the issue escalated, she and I bought serious, which we generally do in between the banter and the giggles .A chair, we made a decision, is an crucial accoutrement, and need to be treated thusly. In excess of time, it even results in being a treasured member of the household.

I remember with vivid and tender nostalgia my dad’s preferred chair, very well-worn as a result of the many years with the imprint of his human body sculpted into the cushions. When he was not close to, our canine, a significant female boxer, surveyed the landscape and thinking about the coastline apparent, nonchalantly entered dad’s domain and curled up in his chair. There she snoozed away the afternoon until eventually she listened to tires crunching up the gravel, alerting the hound that father was property and it was time to relinquish her comfortable article.

Other situations, when my father caught her sleeping in his chair, a single loud throat-clearing coupled with a menacing look would send her skulking off to her own canine quarters. This chair was my father’s sacred place and neither human nor beast was authorized to invade his territory.

By way of the yrs the chair’s cushions became frayed. The shade faded from a deep charcoal grey to salt and pepper, like my dad’s individual hair, which experienced grayed all over the getting old system. When he died, the chair remained a shrine to his legacy right up until my mom eventually, following the bereavement period of time was about, despatched it off to Goodwill. This was an act so brazen from which the pet dog and I never pretty recovered. But as she stated, “it was what your father would have preferred.” The beast and I did not consider this to be legitimate.

Now, here we are in 2021, and Seena and I have resolved that chairs make a difference — these inanimate objects, which have followed us as a result of the decades, and have turn into sizeable appendages to our lives.

Seena’s husband a short while ago died just after a lengthy illness. Her grief was palpable, but as is attribute of Seena, she has gathered a treasure trove of recollections and moved on. As a result, the new leopard-pores and skin chair, which has grow to be her apartment’s new trend assertion — just as Seena herself is a fashionista of the highest get, a woman of excellent taste and elan.

“About your purple chair,” she explained one day. “I believe it would glance terrific in my apartment. I’d be satisfied to obtain it.”

“Not for sale,” I advised her, “but if it ever is, I’ll be joyful to gift it you.”

We are back to chair-discuss, as soon as once more, and Seena has summed it up properly: “We can be the chair individuals,” she amusingly pointed out 1 working day. “A chair grabs you, then envelops you, and inevitably it owns you.”

So it was with my father, it now is with us, chairs determine greatly in our everyday living stories. And simply because it is Seena’s birthday, and while I will not part with the purple chair, this column is for her: for the laughs, the tears, the immeasurable times, and with the hope of quite a few far more chairs in our respective futures.

May well they are living fortunately at any time right after.

Westporter Judith Marks-White shares her humorous views monthly in the Westport News. She can be achieved by way of electronic mail at [email protected] or at