And then she got pregnant. And got tired.
And then she had a baby. And got obsessed.
And the 2nd chair, the match to the set, was forgotten about.
Dust and sadness and neglect settled over the chair.
HOWEVER! This is not where the story ends, thankfully.
After just two days of work and blisters and sweat and tears (but mostly just focused work and not many tears and only 1 small blister) it was complete. The chairs were reunited! A set! Of two!
And the first chair was actually a little jealous of the second chair because it was finished nicer. Cleaner. Mature-er. But that doesn't matter really, since they were together & finished & happy.
Maybe there is hope for more in this girl's future after all.
(And if not, at least she has 2 finished chairs.)