That One Piece: A Pair of Velvet Club Chairs that I Lost Too Soon
When I was 12 years old, inflatable anything was a big trend, lava lamps were making a comeback, and ideally, every room needed to have a disco ball. There was a shop in my home town that rode all these trends to the max by selling everything from inflatable armchairs to strange gooey light fixtures. […]
When I was 12 years old, inflatable anything was a big trend, lava lamps were making a comeback, and ideally, every room needed to have a disco ball. There was a shop in my home town that rode all these trends to the max by selling everything from inflatable armchairs to strange gooey light fixtures. I was, of course, infatuated with all these things and begged my mom for something from that store. After some persuasion, I finally came home with an inflatable pillow. It was clear and had electric blue feathers inside. Two days later, my dog, who had never destroyed anything, showed his disapproval — one big bite was all it took. After the initial despair, my interest in inflatable decor deflated as quickly as that pillow. Looking back, my dog did me a favor. He simply had a more developed eye for design than I did at the time. Five years ago, right around the time when I was fortunate enough to buy my first apartment, I found a pair of two velvet club chairs from the 60s at a Salvation Army store. They were deep blue and something right out of Mad Men or a classic James Bond movie. The chairs were an hour?s drive from where I lived, and I had to make two rounds ...
When I was 12 years old, inflatable anything was a big trend, lava lamps were making a comeback, and ideally, every room needed to have a disco ball. There was a shop in my home town that rode all these trends to the max by selling everything from inflatable armchairs to strange gooey light fixtures. I was, of course, infatuated with all these things and begged my mom for something from that store. After some persuasion, I finally came home with an inflatable pillow. It was clear and had electric blue feathers inside. Two days later, my dog, who had never destroyed anything, showed his disapproval — one big bite was all it took. After the initial despair, my interest in inflatable decor deflated as quickly as that pillow. Looking back, my dog did me a favor. He simply had a more developed eye for design than I did at the time. Five years ago, right around the time when I was fortunate enough to buy my first apartment, I found a pair of two velvet club chairs from the 60s at a Salvation Army store. They were deep blue and something right out of Mad Men or a classic James Bond movie. The chairs were an hour?s drive from where I lived, and I had to make two rounds ...
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