I never thought I could fall for Alex’s kind.
I’m usually not attracted to that sort of blocky frame and casual appearance. My type is more sleek, more fashionable.
But the moment I saw Alex, my breath caught just a little. Perfectly proportioned. A warm mahogany color, with just enough age lines to add character. An irresistible combination of strength and nurture.
I just knew we could be happy together.
So I threw caution to the wind and let myself fall in love. Deeply in love.
With a recliner.
Alex is the anthropomorphic name of the leather reclining chair my husband and I brought into our home a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t give it that name. The furniture company did. But what a brilliant marketing strategy to label a chair in such an approachable way.
“Alex.” Doesn’t that bring to mind someone smart and affable, someone hip?
I feel more sophisticated just owning a piece of furniture called that.
Before I spotted the Alex chair in a catalog, I’d turned up my nose at recliners. Sure, they were comfortable. Sure, I loved the way they embrace you. I’d even flirted with them briefly after doing a test-drive of reclining chairs for a story some years ago. Those heated seats and built-in massagers were mighty tempting.
But I just couldn’t get past the recliner’s Joe Sixpack reputation. I was more than happy to sit in one in someone else’s home, but bring something that bulky and unattractive into my own house? No way.
Alex, however, won me over at first glance. It’s more compact than some of its hefty cousins, and when it’s closed, you’d never guess its real identity.
It even looks good from behind. Hey, I notice those things.
The chair is sort of a modernized wingback, with a refined, clubby look. I can imagine some bourbon-sipping intellectual holding court from its cushioned depths.
Alex has earned the premier place in my family room, cozied up next to the fireplace and angled toward the TV. It’s the perfect seat for reading the paper or indulging in a good book, preferably with a lovely glass of malbec within easy reach.
I even took a picture of Alex to post on Facebook. It’s part of the family now.
Not surprisingly, it’s the seat in the room that both my husband and I gravitate toward. We have a cushy new couch and a couple of other chairs, but it’s the recliner we both want. There’s something about putting your feet up on the furniture in an acceptable manner. Instant relaxation.
We haven’t fought over it yet, but just wait. Once football season arrives, I expect we’ll be jockeying for position.
I’m not letting a second recliner into the house, after all.
Mary Beth Breckenridge can be reached at 330-996-3756 or email@example.com. You can also become a fan on Facebook at http://tinyurl.com/mbbreck, follow her on Twitter @MBBreckABJ and read her blog at www.ohio.com/blogs/mary-beth.