This is our kitchen, with a view into the area we affectionately think of as the breakfast nook (even though it’s not really a nook so much as part of what’s now one long, continuous room):
Please ignore the fact that the table isn’t centered under the light. Focus instead on the hand-me-down Ethan Allen table, which is really quite cute. The chairs around it are not the chairs designed to accompany it, of course. Instead, they’re imitation ghost chairs I bought online last year, thinking they’d look cool and edgy.
Sort of like this:
Bah. Sadly, not quite. It’s the difference between Pinterest and real life, I guess. I mean, they aren’t terrible — I never thought so anyway. They just don’t quite seem to go.
The sort-of-letdown of the ghost chairs is a reflection of the fact that I bought them online and failed to really understand the measurements. They were slightly smaller scale than they needed to be and I just didn’t catch it when I ordered them. Then, when they came, they seemed… sort of okay… but not quite. So I sat on them (literally and figuratively). I decided I really didn’t want to send them back (rather unlike me, really). Time went by. And they stayed. Had they been expensive, I would have definitely sent them back, inconvenience be damned. But they weren’t. So… yeah, they stayed.
The bigger issue is that they are absolutely uncomfortable. Before I got pregnant with twins, I was about the size of a kidney bean, but I still found the seats to be too small. When we’re entertaining friends, I don’t think anybody really cares too much (???) — but when we have family members over for dinner they sometimes grumble and ask us, in utter fairness, when we’re going to get new chairs that people actually want to sit in.
Wishing for Wishbones
Because I’ve started down the road of rethinking some of the initial decisions we made when decorating the house, I’m fantasizing about what kind of chairs I’d get if I were to just freak out and buy whatever I wanted. Something I won’t do because my kids need 529 accounts. But still. Let’s fantasize together, shall we?
I think my dream scenario would include some classic wishbone chairs. Even if you don’t know what they are, you’ve probably seen them — designed by Hans Wegner and debuted in 1949, they continue to be all the rage:
Be still my little crazy heart. I just love them.