I had intentions of driving a harder bargain -- starting at less than half the price the vendor had written on the little sticker on the chair -- but the vendor had his wife and his two little kids with him, and they were sitting in his moving truck eating ice cream: I didn't want to be some kind of horrific yuppie monster, driving a hard bargain on my coveted retro Scandinavian furniture and taking money away from the father of these cute kids. So I bargained like a patsy and got taken. Instead of yuppie monster I was class-guilt-ridden yuppie sucker. I'm sure the kids got more ice cream.
Very much like this, but with orange cushions.
Whatever, it was worth it. Now I have a chair I like to read in on sunny afternoons. There are lots of windows in the study. At night it's pretty quiet back here: just the whirr of the ceiling fan and the electric buzz of the crickets in the backyard. For a moment, I'm forgetting my current travails and allowing myself to pretend that everything is all right.