My husband bought me a new leather chair for my office.
He told me that since I had to sit for so long when working, I should have something that was comfortable.
He asked if I’d like the chair, and I told him I loved it. He took one look at my face and asked why I was lying. I wasn’t lying. I love the new leather chair. It was comfortable and it felt like butter against my skin. He asked me if I love the new chair so much, why did I give it such a weird look? I grimaced, wrinkled my nose, and told him that my leather chair had the ugliest upholstery tacks I ever seen. They were a hideous bronze color that looked like they were beginning to rust. He said he thought the upholstery tacks were kind of neat. I told him that when you have a leather chair that was that elegant you needed upholstery tacks that added to the elegance. He shook his head and told me that I could return the chair and get any chair wanted. I wanted that leather chair. The only thing I wanted was to have different upholstery tacks put in the chair. He called the furniture store, and asked if they had the same chair with different upholstery tacks? I heard the woman chuckle, and I also heard her tell them that she had warned him about that. She had the same chair in a lighter shade of brown, that had matching upholstery tacks. I saw the look on my husband’s face, and told him I preferred the leather chair he picked out for me.