Slow, slow summer

Remember when six weeks felt like forever?  Summer stretched out in front of you and there was time to do everything

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The Happy Chair Co always tends to slow down a little bit over the summer – partly because people mostly want to buy furniture in Spring and Autumn (we are all animals, feathering our nests, and we’ll see you in London and Bristol in September), and partly because with three young’uns home all day every day, production time is, ahem, limited.

I’m trying to embrace it.  To think quality over quantity – in terms of both chairs and kids!  To embrace the slow movement -which doesn’t necessarily mean doing things slowly, but doing them wholeheartedly – if you’re having lunch, enjoy it; don’t stuff it down so you can get on to the next thing.  If you’re playing Rapidough or hairdressers or football top trumps for what may be the bazillionth time, just play it; pay attention to what you’re actually doing rather than what you think you should be doing.  Easier said than done, that’s for sure, when a mountain of jobs both domestic and professional are waiting for you, and you flippin’ love ticking things off your to-do list, but it’s worth it.  Because in the blink of an eye summer’s over, and then it’s October and we’re hurtling towards Christmas and then it’s 2017 – and when you think about it like that, slowing down seems like a pretty good idea.

There are two chairs that should have been fairly quick projects – a Tapiovaara rocking chair and a Scandart rocking chair – but neither are finished yet.  Life happened.  But they will be ready soon – and let’s face it, there not going anywhere.  Even if it takes me six weeks (which it won’t), they’ll still get done.

When I was a kid I remember going on a trailer ride – we must have been at some kind of fair or agricultural show, and we all climbed on the back the trailer behind the tractor and sat on bales of hay and rode around the farm.  There was a gap between the trailer floorboards, and when I looked down, the ground beneath us was rushing past so fast, it felt like we must be racing along.  But when I looked up and over the side of the trailer, the hills and fields were just rolling gently past.  We were going the same speed, traveling the same distance at the same rate, but looking down through the tiny gap felt dangerous and fast and a little bit scary.  Looking up meant I could see so much more, and it was a treat.  So this summer I’m trying (trying) to look up, over the jobs and obligations and stresses, to see the bigger picture, because it’s beautiful, and I don’t want to miss it.

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Back to chairs next week, I promise. 😉

H xx


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