Friday, October 14, 2011

The Blue Chair











Once upon a time, Mom and Dad bought two chairs.




Dad's was a leather recliner, that the cats tore to shreds, and made clickity-clackity noises when you jet-blasted it into recline mode.






Mom's was a blue corduroy that summed up Mom's soul:






Soft, comfortable, and moody-blue.






Not that Mom is moody.






But if you close your eyes and think of Mom, she has a blue glow, like her soul is of blue hue. Like she's floating in a moody-blue sky. Bluedy-blue.






I loved that chair.






Sitting in it was like getting a mommy hug.






And I don't know about you, but I don't get enough Mom hugs.






(Dad doesn't hug. He makes clickity-clackity noises when his daughters turn on the sentiment and jet-blast his man-den solitude with moody-ness.)






I remember playing hide-and-seek one day with Emily, and I ran into Mom's room, frantically looking for a place to hide, and Mom tucked me under the The Blue Chair.






Emily never found me. I was all safe under the Blue Chair. Mom was smug. I was smug.






Best hiding place ever (although, the dryer was a close second. But the dryer didn't smell like Mom....and it didn't take any joy in our hide-and-seek games...).









I don't know how I got so lucky, but I have the Blue Chair.






M I N E.






My own little piece of Mom.






Probably literally.






In all the years that thing has exisited, I don't think its had a bath.






I was rocking away in it with Eden the other day, and I looked down the crevices of the Blue Chair. It was pretty scary.

I should probably clean it out. Especially since Lily eats whatever she finds, and asks questions later (like today when she picked up a Luau Barbeque potato chip off the floor and popped it in her mouth, only to spit it out and make a "kkkkkkkkhhhhhh!" sound. Yeah, I know how you feel, Lily...I had the same reaction, and so did Jeremy, apparently, since he "accidentally" scattered them on the kitchen floor...).






So there you have it.






A little piece of Dandelion history for you.






Just in case you wanted to know.

2 comments:

Trillium said...

Sometimes The Mom is pink .... (as in "blushing-pink" or as in "tickled-pink" or maybe as just "in the pink").

:)

Zaphod said...

Actually, the recliner was made out of NalgaHYDE. I had to shoot 357 Nalgas in order to have enough to cover that chair. Now I am saving up to have a recliner made of cat hair. No...wait... I already have that.

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