This excrescence used to be a plain old beige recliner. We found it (on the boulevard) when it had already had a long full life in front of someone's TV. But soon after, this crap chair had a major disabling life event: it died. The arms are almost off, and the recliner part falls off when you sit down. Not to mention that it was no color to begin with and is now a dirty no-color.We'd put it back on the boulevard but we are too embarrassed, because the boulevard we found it on is our next-door-neighbor's. We can't bear to see them smirk when they find it no longer usable, on our boulevard.
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Hahah, I love how the cushions seem to make a face - a sad, pathetic face because Mr. Recliner realizes with embarrassment that he is the object of scorn for having let himself go to seed. And yet, he is such a poor sad-sack that instead of improving himself he just lets his arms fall a little further to the side, and let his mouth droop a little lower. Poor Mr. Recliner, perhaps he was once lovable...
By the way, you should not feel alone in your history of "rescuing" sad cases from the side of the road. The dining room chair I am sitting on right now was one which my younger sister thought terrible enough to throw away before moving... well not terrible enough for us! Oh, and certainly even more tacky: since we were only able to rescue 3 of said terrible dining room chairs, our other dining room chairs are grey metal folding chairs. And not the fancy kind with padded seats either.
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