Happiness is having a dedicated Knitting Chair. Mine is now known affectionately by the name Chair.
As in My Chair, do not sit in My Chair.
Capitalized because it is a such wonderful revered place - if only by me, but who cares.
This is the first time in all my knitting years (that's about 42 total btw - yes, i started VERY YOUNG), that I've had a dedicated knitting chair.
It's the first time, since I became a single parent that I've had a VERY NICE chair. All my other furniture has been fine: second hand/ consignment furniture that has more than done it's duty and served it's purpose. It's worn out, I'm worn out and I only had the bare necessities because that's all I could afford. An extra comfy chair would have been considered a luxury.
And right now, I need some luxury. Still can't afford it, but I have an Angel.
Chair is not brand new, but it sure does look like it. Thanks to a very generous friend who manages to give me some wonderful cast-offs whenever she moves. I've had it for over a year, but have had to share it with a teenage son and an old Kitty and then some very soft donation items.
Now that Kitty has been gone for a while (sadness) and the son is getting ready for college (more sadness...especially since the acceptance letters have started to arrive), and I've packed up the donation clothes, I have now reclaimed it as MINE.
I NEED the Chair. It helps me relax during what little down time I have. Definitely should have reclaimed it earlier, but I guess I wasn't ready to acknowledge I needed it. Or some sort of hooey whatsit. I now officially acknowledge the need.
It's the right amount of coziness.
And Chair soon could be joined by a storage cube/ottoman. Generous friend informed me last night that she has a few to hand off after their last move (they are redecorating in the new place) and would I be interested.
HELL TO THE YES.
A place to put my weary tooties that also holds yarny goodies?
Oh yes indeedy, I am very interested.
Last night was the first night I actually sat in Chair and knit for more than a few minutes.
Knitterly heaven in a sea of boxes.
As soon as all the boxes go away, I'll post a photo of my special place in the Chaos. There are still too many of them in the background.