My Zebra Chair, a Nook, and the “Glamour Station”
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When we moved to the ranch, our bedroom had this small, awkward nook. BigDog saw extra square footage. I saw a dream I never had.
As a young woman, I never had my own vanity. I shared bathroom counters, balanced makeup bags on beds, and leaned into whatever mirror was available. There was never a chair pulled up to a space that felt like mine.
But that little nook? It felt like permission.
BigDog now calls it my “glamour station,” and he says it with that half-teasing, half-proud smile. I added a mirror with soft lights, organizers for my makeup, and then the star of the show. A zebra chair. Black and white. Bold. A little dramatic. Completely unnecessary and completely perfect.
That chair makes me smile every time I see it. It feels playful. Feminine. A little younger than my years, and I’m okay with that.
This isn’t about makeup. It’s about claiming a small corner of life that reflects who I am. At this stage, I’m not rushing to impress anyone. I sit down, turn on the lights, and take my time. And in that zebra chair, I’m reminded it’s never too late to give yourself something you once wished for.
