In Which Peach Cries Over a Chair

I had been planning to repurpose my old Ikea Poang chair for a nursing chair in Pip’s room, thinking it would save money and not look like…. well, one of those nursing gliders. I was sitting in the trusted Poang, all set to order fabric to recover the bad boy when I realized something terrible. I couldn’t get out of the chair. Now, I realize I will not be so huge and pregnant once the nursing chair is required for actual use. But I also will not have the luxury of hoisting myself out with two hands while holding a newborn. Alas, the Poang was out.

Disappointed but not yet discouraged, I closed the tabs of fabric stores in my browser and opened Craigslist instead. I found some soft looking upholstered gliders, but they all looked like they’d been through war. And I couldn’t imagine trying to recover them to look any better (sewing is not one of my skills!). So I gave up on these vaguely normal looking chairs and tried my luck and the dreaded gliders. Do you know what these chairs look like? Here is a visual in case you’ve managed to avoid them:

Right?! How can I put that in my home? Now I was discouraged. I thought, “oh, I can just cover it!” But suddenly this chair that I already want out of my house before it’s even moved in starts to cost a pretty penny. Nursery on a budget, friends! “Okay,” I reasoned, “I’ll look at new chairs then.” Please, whatever you do, don’t go look at upholstered gliders on Pottery Barn’s website. Just avoid this pain.

Back to the original plan then. I’ll get one of the stupid chairs from Craigslist, I’ll recover it as cheaply as possible, and I’ll get it out of the house as soon as I can. I was all set to pick one up from a consignment shop when I decided to try searching Craigslist one more time for a rocker. And then?

Magic. Destiny. Miracle.

My chair was THERE. Pottery Barn upholstered rocker with feather cushions and a washable slipcover in the colors of Pip’s room. And I could afford it. I held my breath as I sent an email inquiring about the perfect chair’s availability. When the email came back “Can you come tonight?” I almost cried. She was MINE.

I can’t explain to you the workings of a pregnant brain. I can’t tell you exactly why not being able to find a chair that I liked and could afford was so very stressful for me. Except that I know I’m going to spend hours in this chair, and I’m already a little nervous about nursing. It was the last major piece of furniture we needed for Pip’s room (and the only one we bought), and I feel now like I might actually get a nursery put together.

I mean, I can try to explain the emotion of the chair search and the joy of finding the one we did, but how about I just tell you “it’s a pregnant thing” and then show you a picture of the gorgeous chair? Yeah, sounds better to me, too. 🙂