My friend Seena, who lives in Manhattan, and I got to talking about chairs. She sent me a photo of her new leopard-skin covered acquisition. I sent her a picture of my velvet purple chair, gifted to me by an old boyfriend, back in the day when I actually used the word “boyfriend” to describe a beau.
The word “boyfriend” has now become obsolete, but the chair remains — a remnant of another time — and is one that Seena describes as “very kitch.” We refer to it as “The Boyfriend Chair,” from a lovely guy, who eventually went his way while I went mine. The chair and I however formed a permanent relationship.