So, it turns out that I'm rough on furniture--chairs, specifically. Allow me to present Exhibit A, my writing chair for the past year.
It was in perfectly good condition when I took it from the dining room to replace my old desk chair, which looked a lot like the one above, if you can picture it with a leg falling off.
I know, it's not pretty, but this is bound to happen when you log lots of hours at the computer, right? You mean it's just me? Oh.
Anyway, I knew the chair was looking shabby, but it still functioned. It had been with me through a couple of manuscripts, supporting me in good times and bad. It might have even been a little lucky. (Not that I'm superstitious.) We writers can't just toss aside something as important as a chair without giving it serious thought. Right? Just me again? Huh.
Well, today my husband and son surprised me with an early Christmas present:
I was very touched. And very skeptical. I mean, it's so pretty. A chair this perfect is like a heroine without a flaw--lacking character. This is not some fru-fru decoration for a showroom. I need something tough (obviously.)
But seeing as my husband braved the mall on the weekend after Thanksgiving, I figured the least I could do was give the new chair a try, so I did.
I'm happy to report that it's surprisingly comfortable. It doesn't rain little bits of foam on the floor each time I stand. Best of all, it has some decent mojo. I got my daily words done, no problem.
So, I'm saying goodbye to my old lucky writing chair. Here's hoping that the new one is just as lucky.
And a whole lot tougher than it looks.
What do you think? Want to take bets on how long the new chair will last? What's your lucky item?