The Dentist Chair. {Or, Grin and Bear It.}

My dad and I bought it this vintage dentist chair an antique store for $100 one summer 6 or 7 years ago, when I was in college. We kind of laughed at it at first, but one sit was all it took for us to know it was coming home with us. It is unbelievably comfortable and truly perfect for reading. And obviously it's an attention getter; some people think it's awesome, and others are completely uncomfortable and develop toothaches just looking at it. No one is just ambivalent about the dentist chair, but hardly anyone can resist sitting in it.

It's been sitting in the garage for several months just waiting for some space to open up in the living room. (Considering we also have a fridge, a washer, a dryer and a treadmill in our living room, there just ain't much extra room right now...) But when we got rid of our huge sectional this winter, that opportunity arose. S surprised me on Valentine's Day by bringing it up to the house in what he calls "the greatest feat of human strength" of his entire life. (Keep in mind S played Division I football in college and is also a former power lifter.) The thing is heavy. And he carried it all by himself through the February snow and mud.

And me, I was extremely excited to see it again, but I was crying when I walked in the door that night because I had fallen in the icy mud outside and was certain that I'd permanently rattled our unborn child. (No harm done. I landed quite gently.) I'm happy to have my old friend back. It just feels right to have it back. A lot of our furniture is practical and subdued; this chair is like the funky bracelet or pair of shoes that gives a classic outfit a shot of personality.

But anyway, I totally understand if you think it's crazy and weird, and you're totally welcome to say so... but whether you love it or hate it, the dentist chair is here to stay. If you come over and take it for a spin, you'll understand why it's the best seat in the house. (Any house.) Just be sure to floss first.