The desk chair Dragon has in his room pre-dates not only him, but his mama too… when I met Guitar Man 30 years ago, he’d just bought a small silk screen shop with a pal of his. They moved to a huge loft space in an old city warehouse where they could sling their ink with abandon, and made walls out of heavy-duty plastic sheeting. It was freezing in the winter and blazing hot in the summer, and all the equipment and furniture was second-hand, if not third. Nevertheless, it was fun times for him and me, both just 22 then, with Guitar Man screen printing by day and playing music or tending bar at night, and me working at a sign company to support myself in my ratty little apartment. I recall the time fondly.
One of the few things that survived after they sold their business was a rolling office chair that still said “SERVICE” in Sharpie marker across the metal backrest support. That word had been there since they’d bought it at auction, and it still had the orange dot sticker from the sale on it, too. Though it had served in many capacities in our two houses, the chair had eventually found its way to Dragon’s desk, and despite the fact that it was rusty and dusty and pretty grungy overall, Dragon loved it. He had no wish to take me up on the offer of a new chair, but he was open to the idea of a makeover. It was still in decent working condition (this is where someone older than me would say, ‘They don’t make ‘em like that anymore!’) but I thought it deserved an overhaul if it was going to stick around in his new space. One fun thing about it was its Mad Men-era appeal, so I took inspiration from the chair and headed for a vintage industrial-meets-tween look in the room. I also decided it was time to use my new-found manifesting abilities to find simple, inexpensive solutions for what I was visualizing in my head.