Summer of the Laz-e-Boy

Yeah, that’s what we’re all about in our house these days. The Laz-e-Boy. The BFF, in her many years of designing homes for folk, has come up with some seriously funny (and accurate) observations on the beast Human. One of these, which she shared with me this summer, is that the only truly happy men she’s ever seen shopping for furniture were in the Laz-e-Boy Gallery.

We’ve been redoing a few things around the house this summer — replacing some rotted-out boards, fixing things (deferred maintenance graw-doo) — and then the fun stuff. That’s included updating the Littlest’s room (from little girl to teenager), building a deck, replacing a window, and some other fun projects.

The funnest? Heading to the LeB Gallery in search of the perfect chairs for the Treehouse (aka Boy Heaven). After trying many many chairs, we asked our saleslady which chair men loved best — and there it was– The Atlas:

Ain’t it purty? It is truly in the house –in quadruplicate. Yes, four Atlases, lined up in the Treehouse. They’ve been filled with teenage boys since appearance — very very happy teenage boys.

Then it was time for the Littlest and her special Reading Chair. As the BFF and I looked over the stock of chairs, it became clear that we would have to custom-order this next Laz-e-Boy. So the Littlest picked out the chair, then the cutest fuzzy light blue material (and have we talked about the microfiber easy-clean fabric? I mean, HELLO! Here I’ve been hanging with gorgeous natural fabrics and shit, and the teflon of fabrics has been available the whole time). So here’s the chair — just imagine the adorable light blue fuzzy fabric — maybe I’ll post a pic soon. The Littlest doesn’t leave the chair.

My studio, personal workplace and haven, has always been the hang-out at night. The babies now have their own stuff going on, so they aren’t in quite as much — but the BBE is in with me from seven p.m. on (and I love that). The very cute loveseat that we’ve occupied the last few years was fine, but not really truly comfortable. The BFF and I searched high and low for a gorgeous, stylish, full-on comfy piece that fit in the studio — no luck. So the BFF and I gave up the ghost, and headed back to the wonderful LeB Gallery. Where we were recognized. They now know our names. Proud we are. My studio is now the proud owner of this lovely LeB — much beloved by the BBE (and, I confess, my own fine self).

Fuck me — it’s called ‘The Roland’. I have a Laz-e-Boy called ‘The Roland’ in my studio. Honestly I had no idea. The BFF and I measured, sat, and chose (but in a golden wheat color — not the shown ‘rusty red’ — which makes it better, right? Sigh).

So there you have it. We are the House of Comfort. Currently the BBE and I are parked on The Roland, with Clarence snuggled between us and 48 Hours playing on the boob tube. We have officially fallen, and we can’t get up.