December 21, 2009

One of my favorite things in the entire world is my computer chair from Ikea.

It’s called a “Skrüvsta” which is one of my favorite Ikea Words to say because the ü makes a fun feeling when it rolls off the tongue and puts me in touch with my tough German heritage.

I got it while I was living in Hamilton with my ex, if memory serves I bullied him into buying the chair with the faggy pattern on it instead of the solid black or white because most of our other Ikea furniture was black, and our apartment walls were off-white and I was going crazy.

I can’t live in a space dominated by shades.

I’m a primary-color sort of girl.

And so it came home with us and the Mikael desk and some shoots of bamboo in a glass vase.

My little hollowed-out egg-shaped chair.

It made the journey back to Winnipeg with me after the break-up, I had it shipped back with the rest of the furniture and I felt out of place sitting at a temporary desk and impromptu chair until it arrived.

The first thing I spotted coming out of the moving truck was its weird flower pattern with duckies made out of X’s.

I’ve spent many hours looking out my old bedroom window at my parents’ place from it, and wheeling around my living room in it since.

It’s a ridiculously comfortable place to sit with your legs crossed if you’ve got small bones like me. Especially good for when your toes get cold.

If I ever want to feel petite I just curl up inside the shell of my little round Skrüvsta.

It’s weird to say this about a piece of pre-fab furniture.

But it always feels like home.