Dear reader,
Last week, I bought a chair that was too big for my living room.
There’s something achingly poetic about something you love that doesn’t quite fit the way you wished it did.
I’d coveted this chair. Saved and squirreled away to get it. Imagined it as part of my home, my life. A place to sit and read and write. Maybe I could have overlooked our issues - its oversized awkwardness, my longing to make things work. But from the moment I realised the box could barely fit through my front door, I knew it wasn’t meant to be.
So, in the unromanticised real world we live in - the one where people visit my house and think ‘bloody hell that’s a big chair’ - we sadly had to part ways.
Moodboarding and manifesting can get you so far, but measuring and making sure can sometimes get you further.
Lesson learned.
It turns out the cost to return the chair was half (half?!) the original price. So I sold it on Facebook Marketplace for a tidy profit of 70p.
I’m still sad about the chair and on the hunt for a new one that my cat will inevitably claw at and I will inevitably not sit on. So if you’ve got any recommendations, let me know.
In the meantime, I’ve returned to moodboarding to help me heal in this difficult time.
Okay, that’s all I have for you today. Thank you so much for reading this silly little note <3
~ Cesca