My new chair arrived and the writerly posterior is now ensconced in unaccustomed and softly cushioned luxury… and loving it. However, I do have a small complaint. Not about the chair itself…oh no, that’s heaven! But…
Call me old fashioned, or possibly delusional, but when I buy furniture, unless it specifies ‘self-assembly’ or bears the dread words ‘flat packed’, I have visions of it being delivered in one piece. I can go with ‘minimal assembly required’. But at what point did ‘easy to install’ equate, in the English language, to either ‘needs to be built from scratch’ or ‘takes two strong men and a bottle of valium to assemble’?
I have no objection to a little doing-it-myself when the occasion arises. I’m not saying I’m much good at it, but things stay up…mostly…when I put them up. It’s just not always a good idea to look too closely at how… Superglue and duct tape have their uses.
The box arrived looking big enough to contain a small office, complete with canteen and restroom. A good sign. All I would have to do would be dispose of the packaging.
Well, that is going to be a job and a half in itself, given that most of the contents of the space within the cardboard box was packaging. There were even instructions.
Unfortunately, I don’t read Chinese.
I laid the contents out on the floor, checking to see if there were the requisite number of bolts and berating myself for not owning an electric screwdriver. I really need to replace the power tools. So far I have deemed it safer not to do so. I might be tempted to use them.
Ani, wise from past experience, took one look at the proceedings and retreated into the handy cardboard box, nesting in the polystyrene packaging. With the static from her fur, I could see that was going to be fun when she finally ventured out.
Maybe this was going to be easier than I thought. The wheels went in fine… the gas lift assembly? No problem. The seat… deeply padded and inviting… was next. No more than half a dozen bolts. That wouldn’t go. No matter how much I tried.
The hex key supplied had, by this time, been un-hexed and was a nice, shiny round thing. A trip to the shed and a determined rummage and I returned with a number of possible alternatives. None of them the right size, of course… but workable.
I turned the seat base round. That worked. Apparently there had been a sticker with a little arrow saying ’this way’. It was, by this point, attached to the nose peeping out of the box.
The nose, attached to the black, hairy beast, ventured out to offer sympathy and support. It is not easy DIYing with a muzzle in your face intent on illicit cheek-licking, but being on the floor by this time, she took me as being in her domain… and that means getting up close and personal.
The arms came next; curvy, dull silver with thick, soft armrests… and bolt holes just a millimetre out from where they needed to be. I wrestled them into place; the lure of comfort drove me. All it needed for perfection was the thickly upholstered backrest with the lumbar support.
It got…interesting about here and Ani bolted back to her box. You have to get this thing, wedged tightly between the armrests, into the precise position for the holes. It is, of course, spinning on its nice, mobile wheels and virtually impossible to hold. I couldn’t get it the last little bit. I tried sitting on it. Not, you understand, as if it was a chair… more like trying to ride a bucking bronco. I’d be useless in a rodeo. I fell off.
Several abortive attempts later, I dismantled the gas lift, took off the seat, crammed it between me and the door and knelt on the bugger. That did it. I emerged triumphant to fix the screw covers, move the comfortless brown chair and install the new, black upholstery in front of the desk.
They were right… installing it was easy.

Ani, by this time, had de-cushioned the sofa and built a castle round the box. The living room was in chaos and I needed either a stiff drink or a hot bath or both. I got neither… But tonight I am enthroned in comfort in front of the screen.
Now if I could only fix that and stop that rolling…



























I have seen “simple assembly” bring strong, technically talented men to tears while women curse. This is one of the few things I buy from local places and have delivered. Because I know I will be ready for a rubber room otherwise. I’m glad you survived and have a chair.
And anyway, it takes a village. Or at least someone to hold it still.
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“You’re such a man!” said my son yesterday as I gave up on the assembly instructions for his latest rollator… written in German. I have an uneasy relationship with instructions at the best of times… and when they need muscle and dexterity too….
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I hate it when that happens! I am the worst assembler. Hope you stop rolling soon. 😉
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I am all nicelt settled in a chair that rocks gently. I think it is supposed to. I hope so anyway! 😉
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LOL glad it worked out!
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My rear end is also glad 🙂 Much more padding 🙂
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ha! I come with my own 😛
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I have more than enough too 🙂 But a little contouring doesn’t go amiss 😉
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lol true
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Here, “Truth in Advertising” laws haven’t been enforced for decades – LOL – – I’d love to go back to the well understood label for things “Some or All Assembly Required” – LOL
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The words ‘chil” and ‘quietly’ as a pair do not compute where Ani is concerned… at least, not when anything at all is happening 🙂
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You migght as well have done with this 🙂
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For religious reasons (devout follower of Our Lady Of Cheap) I usually find myself with those flatpacked bundles of apparently random collections of screws and odd-shaped pieces, often accompanied by line drawings that make hieroglyphs seem easily comprehensible. And that’s when I call on my secret weapon. Although her older siblings suggest explanations like ‘switched at birth’, she was born with an engineer’s brain. Booklets of assembly instructions written by beings whose native language did not arise on this planet are as clear to her as freeway road signs. (She’s also REALLY good at maps.) In the time I would spend wondering what the difference is between Screw D and Screw BB and deciding they could just screw themselves, she’ll have the whole thing assembled.
So yay you for getting that mess assembled into your beautiful new chair. But my sympathies are all with Ani.
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Maps i can do. For the DIY stuff… MY sympathies are with Ani 🙂 I’d rather have been sharing her box 🙂
On the other hand the cahir is nice to wake up to this morning 🙂
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Bloody brilliant, Sue – utterly hilarious and oh-so-reminiscent of moments in my own checkered past! I think such blandly-boxed contrivances are a little-known tenth circle of Dante’s Inferno myself – and am never sure whether ’tis better to erect the buggers or exorcise ’em! (or both!) xxx
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I have a feeling both is required… and imagine Screwtape and his cronies sitting round rubiing their hands close to the flames 🙂 xxx
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The world is a theater stage all of us, God incarnate on this earth to “Lila” fully edit the character has come,,,
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Sue Vincent with a delightful post on the joys and mysteries of self-assembly and unlike her usual focus on this matter, this time it refers to her new office chair… terrific so pop in.
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Another hilarious post from Sue Vincent
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Hilarious Sue. We once had a flat pack sun bed with the instructions ‘Warning- could pinch in assembly’ Young son at the time was most concerned when he asked what it read – and then refused to go to school.
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Oh, wonderful! I can’t say I blame him after that 🙂
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We have definitely been there, nothing fits or goes where it should, sometimes the badly written instructions seem to be for something else entirely, but what can you do?
We have a secret weapon though, when all else fails (which is most of the time) we have a wonderful grand daughter who has magical fingers and far more patience than either of us!
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I’ve not had to call in the cavalry yet, though I can see it coming… 🙂
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oh, boy, can I relate
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Ah, you’d had experience 🙂
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Ha Ha HA! That was hilarious (only because I have known the frustration of trying to assemble something with a picture, and a brain that does not understand DIY)! I admire your tenacity and hope that you are now enjoying the comfort you worked so bloody hard for! Oh and have one of those ciders, you deserve it! 🙂
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I am happily ensconced in luxury. I can even sit cross legged in this ( though my feet still don’t touch the floor.. comes of being vertically challenged!) . A Stowford’s this afternoon sounds like an excellent idea 🙂
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Good for you…enjoy 🙂
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Oh, I will 🙂
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Ha ha – it sure takes several geniuses to build things these days… I don’t think there is anything that is easy assembly…
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Neither do I 🙂
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We have a man in Brighton and Hove called Flat Pack Dan. I’m sure he would have come in useful Sue, but well done for getting it assembled.
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Sounds like a damned good niche to fill 🙂
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Bravo. Good for YOU! ❤ 😀
I used to put things together out of necessity but have avoided for a long time now.
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It is still necessity here… wouldn’t do it for any othe reason, Tess 🙂
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Necessity is the mother of invention.. 😛 😛
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And of DIY 🙂
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No escaping that. 😉
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🙂
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Hi Sue! Hilarious post! Sometimes they forget to mention that when they say ‘simple assembly’ they actually mean for engineers––simple for engineers to assemble. 😉
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It didn’t need an engineer. It needed a mechanic with a toolkit 🙂
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Some assembly required – the words that breed fear in the minds of all non-engineers! Clearly Ani had the most fun!
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You can tell, can’t you? I put the big box out in the yard to await recycling… she’s using it as a play kennel to watch the sparrows…
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Oh that’s so annoying!
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but so comfy now 🙂
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Yes, now it is 🙂
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🙂
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Congratulations. I’m not sure I could have done it. 🙂
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Needs must sometimes 🙂
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Lol Sue, hilarious! I hear you on that too. You brought back memories of a similar episode with my new chair last year. I was hoping to see the Styrofoam all over the dog, lol. 🙂
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I was too busy chasing her with he vaccuum cleaner to take pictures 🙂
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