Ok, so I must be getting old because I just bought my first recliner. But this isn't your father's recliner. This ain't no fricken Lazy-Boy. It's more like a work of art.

I'd been looking at this chair for months and months. Every time I went down to 4th street in Berkeley to go shoping, I'd stop in at Slater Marinoff, I'd stop in and sit the in the chair. But I didn't buy it, because it was insanely expensive. The name should tell you all you need to know, Slater Marinoff. This isn't exactly IKEA.

The furniture and decor inside is exquisite. The smallish woman who runs the place reminds me of Edna Mode, the pint-sized fashion designer to superheroes from The Incredibles.

Anyway, on Sunday I was riding my bike down 4th street and there was a sale sign in front of Slater Marinoff. I couldn't believe it. This is the sort of place that never has a sale. The chair was just inside the door. I peeked in. There was a sale sign. My chair was marked down about 35%. I brought my bike inside (didn't have lock with me) and went to tell Edna that I wanted the chair, but couldn't buy it now because, well I was cycling and didn't have my wallet, but if she could hold it, I'd be back.

This chair is made by the Canadian company Lind (it's the 920 in case you want to look it up). Edna is complaining to me that they aren't going to carry Lind anymore because the weak ass dollar is making imports from Canada to damn expensive. They decided to liquidate their Lind inventory. Finally. I knew there was one benefit to the anemic dollar.

I cycled home, showered, changed and zipped back to the store to get my chair. It's a good thing I stopped in earlier, because there was some guy complaining to Edna that he intended to buy the chair. Too bad, so sad. It's mine. Paid for it, got it in the car, in the house and have it covered in a blanket lest the Weapons of Mass Destruction tear it shreds. Of course, they love sleeping on it. Pics to come soon.