Frasier Chair a Thing of the Past

Over the weekend, we bought a new recliner. I never thought that I needed a recliner, never even wanted one, but now that we have it, I have claimed it as my own.

Initially, we went out to replace a decrepit blue velour recliner that definitely had seen better days. It was bought for my husband way back when, and although we had updated all of the furniture in the family room, somehow the "Frasier Chair", never made its way out of the house. Hubby would say, "We just got this chair, and I would answer, "Right, we got that chair in 1990, it's almost 18 years old !"

One of us in the family threatened to burn it, while the other just pouted when the seemingly idle threats were made.

When we redid the family room, I laid claim to the oversized poofy leather chair and ottoman, and he stayed with the rickety, springs about to break through dirty blue recliner. All was well with the world.

However, this Christmas, I moved the furniture around and placed my poofy leather chair in the spot which had previously been occupied by his recliner, and being a creature of habit, his butt migrated from the recliner to the poofy chair with no apparent learning curve. Which left me with the couch or the dreaded blue recliner, or preferably a third choice which was to chuck the old worn blue recliner and welcome in a new chair.

So now we have a suede like recliner that is also on the poofy side, and as an added attraction it also is a massage chair. Which I personally do not care for, and I continually turn on by accident.

What I do like is that it fits my butt and comforts my neck, and finally our family room has come out of the 90's.

Now I need to do something with the mauve accented front room, and if I mention to hubby that it needs to be changed, I'm going to hear, "but we just did that room, to which I reply, "Right, in 1988 !"