Gary conceded that the blue chair doesn’t fit in the Stickley room. Points for him.
He has been using the reclining feature of the replacement chair instead of elevating his feet on an enormous black exercise ball. Bonus points for him.
But then I wake up every day and on my way to the kitchen I see this.
He asks, “What‘s wrong with that?”
“If you need it right next to the loveseat, it needs to scoot back so the front of the chair lines up with the edge of the loveseat.”
He does not agree.
(And, don’t talk to me about moving the loveseat. It is not obvious from the photo but the loveseat is the same size as the fireplace hearth. I can’t argue with magical furniture serendipity.)
“Gary, if people come over they can’t hurl themselves on the loveseat. It’s not inviting.”
”No one is coming over because of the pandemic. You can move the chair if someone comes over.”
“Then I’m troubled by the ghosts. There’s a ghost trapped on the right side of the loveseat. She can’t stand up because your chair is there and she can’t scoot down because you stacked all the pillows on the right.”
That seemed to get through to him.
I just woke up to the photo above. I put the pillows on the right, and you know what, it’s not as bad.