Sunday, February 17, 2008

I know it's stupid to be this upset

It's a rocking chair. Just a rocking chair. But I think it's irreparably broken.

It's the rocker that my Nana bought for me when I was about 4 or so.

She was buying a rocking chair for my mom that Christmas. I had gone shopping with her, as I always did. I remember walking in the dusty storage room above the furniture showroom. I remember Nana choosing my mom's chair. I remember finding mine. It was smaller than all of the others, all wood, no cushion, but very comfortable all the same. I must have been irresistibly cute because Nana bought as well.

It may have been an impulse purchase, but it was a good one. I've used it for the past 30-odd years, give or take the four years I was away at college.

Even now, this chair gets used daily. But today I noticed a huge crack down the middle of the seat, almost sheared through. I moved it out of the living room so that maybe, perhaps, possibly it won't get worse. But I'm afraid that it doesn't matter anyway.

I feel quite silly that I'm crying over my broken rocking chair.

But I am.


PEZmama said...

Are you sure it can't be fixed. It may cost a lot, I know, but a skilled woodworker may be able to take the chair apart, make a new piece, and put it all back together again.

I am sorry though. I am attached to a thing or two myself and I totally get the emotional response.

Vanessa said...

HUG I'm sorry. Physical items that bring back such sweet sacred memories are priceless to us. Perhaps a furniture repair specialist can work some magic?

My Goodness said...

Oh is sad.

I'm sorry for your crack problem.

And I'm sorry for making that joke.


JP said...

Well first, a great big hug. It's absolutely heartbreaking to lose a family treasure like that! And no, you're not silly for crying about it.

I agree with Pezmama -- maybe a woodworker could fix it? You never know!