I wanted something strong but delicate. I wanted something that would work with the furniture in Her Royal Highness's room. Something she could use as the chair for her computer desk, but something that wouldn't take up a lot of visual space. This is San Francisco after all, and her room is full of the dust and debris that accompanies childhood. And this chair is perfect.
Perfect!
Which is to say that they were on sale at a price I could not say no to, and they were beautiful, and now I have one. I know that this child of mine would have been just as happy with a chair from Ikea. Children neither need nor care about an invisible designer chair...I know this.... but still, and yet, I'm so happy that she will have this ghost chair instead of the chairs from Ikea or Target I have spent the last 2 years NOT buying because although they would have been fine, They were not the ghost chair and the ghost chair was what I wanted.
I'm hoping it's one of those things that can grow with her as she exchanges these piles of books and clothes and toys for... well, whatever it will be that teenage princesses discard all over their floors in the future.
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