There was only one flaw at Shangri-Lar: my office chair, which is a lady’s vanity chair from the 30’s. Sitting in it for more than an hour was about the same as sitting on a bed of nails. Ouch.
So today I took matters into my own hands and drove into the megapolis of Bellingham and bought a chair. In a box. The friendly Office Max crew offered to assemble it for $10 but I am a liberated woman. And I am cheap. (Not that kind of cheap)
I brought the box home. The cardboard stayed out on the porch. I ferried the pieces in five trips up 33 stairs (thank you, Emma, for counting) and then began the assembly process. Of course, I did have Winston’s help.
Winston is a whiz at putting things together
The instructions viewed as they should be, behind a glass of wine
There’s a lesson here somewhere. I’m just too hot, cranky and tired to figure it out.