Looking at my blog reminded me of what I wanted to share about selling the Eames chairs.
The guy we sold them to proceeded to take them apart in our play room so he could take the pieces on the subway. (FYI, he had to make 2 trips and had people with him to help.)
Husband was somewhat distressed by the turn of events -- after all, these were authentic Herman Miller Eames lounge chairs that had been lovingly cared for and were in mint condition. To take them apart is something of a sacrilige. But, he made the highest offer, called first once Husband sent out his phone number, and once he gave us the money they were his to do with as he pleased.
But that night, or maybe it was a few nights later I can't remember, I woke up in a panic. What had he done to our chairs? How could he do that? What had we done?
Clearly I was overwhelmed with anxiety, because after an hour or so of insomnia I started to worry about the chirping birds! It was 5 am, so not dawn yet, but (I guess) because of all the streetlights there were a number of birds cheeping away. What are we doing to our world? The birds are screwed up! And the bees, the dying bees!
And then, trying to figure out what specifically I was so anxious about (it's so hard to pick...), I realized that the chairs were a metaphor for ME. Particularly as a wife and of the past 6 years since we had DB:
I had been carefully chosen and lovingly "maintained."
Then systematically dismantled in what felt like an instant.
With no information about how or when I'd be put back together.
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Thursday, May 7, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Eagley's Last Stand
We have had a longstanding rule for all of DuckyBoy's stuffed animals. They all, for the most part, have known not to sit on the arms of the Eames chairs. (And DB knew the rule as well.)
From time to time, though, Eagley would break the rule. As a result, we now have a phrase for a severe punishment called an "Eagley Time-Out." Usually those stuffed animals who incur an Eagley time out for any reason get stuffed into a bookshelf headfirst, or under a piece of furniture. It's painful. DB loves it. He absolutely loves to give his stuffed animals a horrible time out. That must be how they feel to him.
Well, we sold the chairs today. They're too valuable for a family with kids to jump around on, always in jeopardy during playdates, and the ottomans simply take up too much room (and collect too much dust).
So, last night we let Eagley have one last sit. With no consequences except now we have a picture to remember it by:
From time to time, though, Eagley would break the rule. As a result, we now have a phrase for a severe punishment called an "Eagley Time-Out." Usually those stuffed animals who incur an Eagley time out for any reason get stuffed into a bookshelf headfirst, or under a piece of furniture. It's painful. DB loves it. He absolutely loves to give his stuffed animals a horrible time out. That must be how they feel to him.
Well, we sold the chairs today. They're too valuable for a family with kids to jump around on, always in jeopardy during playdates, and the ottomans simply take up too much room (and collect too much dust).
So, last night we let Eagley have one last sit. With no consequences except now we have a picture to remember it by:
