My aging recliner has been in its death throes for some time now. I finally drew the line. I needed a new chair and I needed it sooner rather than later.
This recliner was “my spot.” I spent a lot of hours there, so it was important that the replacement be comfortable and well made. It would take a lot of use—and some animal abuse—before all was done. My selection couldn’t be rushed.
I chose my preferred furniture store and perused their choices online. They had several chairs which seemed to meet my needs. Off to the showroom I went.
After doing some looking, some walking around, and some quick sitting, I narrowed my choices down to half a dozen chairs. I revisited them all, making closer observations than I had on my first round. Fabric choices, seat height, price, and a thousand subconscious comparisons led me to reject a few fairly quickly. Finally I was down to three final candidates.
For those three chairs, I had to do a serious test drive. Sitting for a moment was one thing, but how would they feel after sitting for 10 or 15 minutes? I had to know.
So for the next hour or so I sat in the middle of the showroom. Just sat. Every 15 minutes or so I would change from one chair to another, then settle in for another long sit.
I finally made my choice and a new chair is on the way. I think I’ll like it. I think the cat will like it. It took half a morning sitting around doing nothing to select it. It was a rough job, but someone had to do it.