Then… The first bean bag chair that I ever owned was a lavender colored, vinyl bean bag chair that got when I was eleven years old. It was one of my Christmas presents that year. I was past the Santa phase, so I got to look in the catalogs and make a list of what I wanted. I really cannot remember anything else I got that year, but I do remember that chair. I was so into lavender when I was that age. It is kind of sad looking back on it. I had a purple room with white furniture. Can you imagine? I won’t even get into how much I hated that color scheme when I turned fifteen; but I digress. I remember opening the family room door on Christmas day and seeing my bean bag chair. It was already put together and waiting for me to fall into it, and fall into it I did. I think I spent the whole day in that chair. I was in love with my chair for about three months. After about a month the fluff started to leave my chair. After the third month every time I sat in my chair my butt would hit the floor. I was able to talk my mother into a refill for my chair. I thought a little extra fluff would bring my chair back to its former glory. I am not sure if there was an easy way to refill that thing, but I certainly did not figure it out. Have you ever seen a million Styrofoam beads all over your floor? I am willing to bet if you owned one of these you have. After I cleaned up the mess that it made I took that old bag straight to the trash. It would be another eighteen years before I got a new one.
Now… My second bean bag chair is nothing like the first one I owned. First and foremost I have outgrown the lavender phase. No offense to the color. I mean it is great for a shirt, but I am not covering my walls in it or getting lavender furniture. I have also learned that my body is too precious for vinyl. I think when you are younger you don’t really think about the fact that your chair makes your whole body sweat. When you get older and discover boys, being drenched in sweat is something you try to avoid. Unless of course if the guy you have a date with is a loser; but I digress again. My new bean bag chair is a micro fi
ber chair that is called Red Hot Red. Now I know they say a name is just a name, but that name says it all. It is a great color that matches my accent colors and even resembles my car. I can be such a girl sometimes. I hesitate to remark on its other great features as it will make me sound old. This chair does wonders for my back. That is right, I said it. I have a bad back. When I was younger laying on a bag of a million hard little beads was not a big deal. Now I would be calling the chiropractor for an appointment after about 10 minutes. My new chair is stuffed with this great shredded memory foam. That means it never gets flat and never hurts my back, or anything else for that matter. Plus I will never have to crack this chair open and refill it with stupid beads like I did with that old beast of mine. I have a bean free bean bag chair and I am loving it. The first time was not the charm, but it was worth the wait.
