Location, Location, Location
Where do you like to indulge in your craft? Is your favourite arm chair your little knitting cubby area, or do you prefer to ‘knit in public’? Do you like to crochet in the great outdoors, perhaps, or knit in the bath, or at the pub?
Well, I do like to knit in all of those places, (maybe barring the bath--I don't think I have those mad skillz) but once place stands above the rest. Behold:
The backstory: my grandpa (technically my dad's step-dad--but to me he was G-pa, a moniker that always tickled him pink) was known for making impulsive and sometimes inexplicable purchases. I loved the dude, but I will admit that his taste was questionable (read: tacky). He originally bought this chair as a gift for his mother. This chair, even by the standards of the time, is quite small. His mother was, as they say in polite conversation, a large woman. She didn't even begin to fit in the chair, so it went back to G-pa. Now G-pa wasn't a large man in the sense that I just used, but he was fairly tall. Hence, he never really fit in the chair either. It eventually went to my parents and sat hidden in their basement, mostly due to the color which could be described as '70s puke green.
Flash forward to my first 'real' job--an internship at DC Cook Nuclear Plant (I was the designated Homer Simpson of the operation). I needed to furnish an apartment, fast. My parents suggested the puke green recliner, since it separates into two pieces and is easily transportable.
Let me tell you, I fell in love with the chair that summer. I'd just learn to knit, so when I wasn't knitting beside the apartment complex's ratty pool, I was parked in the recliner. It's followed me everywhere since. Perfect fit for a munchkin, and good for napping too, when knitting tuckers you out:
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