It’s the love that can never be. I have fallen head over heels for this piece of furniture – variously known as a bachelor chair, a Jefferson chair or, apparently, an onit – but as far as I can tell from the internet, you can only buy it from Grandpa’s Crafts, and I suspect that the complexities of shipping it from North Carolina would be beyond me. And anyway, I’m not supposed to be spending money.
But isn’t it amazing? It’s a chair that is also an ironing board that is also a stepladder:
It’s up there with the toilet that you wash your hands in for space-saving elegance. Maybe I should just move to North Carolina. It’s warmer there too, right?
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and if you were very small you could sleep on the ironing board
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