I have a thing for chairs. Bentwood, midcentury, vintage, leather, modern. All of them. At some point in our relationship my husband and I made an unspoken decision. We would spend money on chairs. Deciding to surround oneself with chairs seem odd enough, but in California where most houses are quite small and lack attics and basements, to live with chairs really means to live with chairs 100 percent of the time. Out. About. And everywhere. The chair pictured here is one of our first chairs. It is an Eames molded plywood lounge chair in red stain. I asked for it for my 30th birthday and for 7 years it sat in our living room in San Francisco where it was the first thing I would see when I walked in the house. The chair sits in a living room again, in a much different house with much different noise and vibrations. It is no longer used for reading case studies, studying for licensing exams, and planning fancy downtown offices. No breastfeeding, or sitting low to the ground to watch a baby begin to walk. No protecting the legs from a new puppy, or holding parcels that are too big for where we usually leave the mail. For as complicated as our life has become, this chair has enjoyed a simpler life as the years pass. For all the changes, it's still the first thing I see when I walk in the house.

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