Early yesterday evening a TaskRabbit named Jackson and I worked a vintage leather chesterfield out of his van and into the bay window of Kari's snug second-floor studio in the Lower Haight. For two years I've begged her to buy a couch so I wouldn't have to sit on her bed during visits and last week she finally found one on Craigslist. Its seller, a young man living in Russian Hill, told her that it had been passed down to him by his father but wouldn't fit in the new place he was renting with his girlfriend.
"He seemed kinda sad to let it go," Kari told me. "His girlfriend did not."
The original chesterfield sofa, with its distinctive deep-buttoned, quilted leather upholstery and low seat base, was said to have been commissioned by Lord Phillip Stanhope, the 4th Earl of Chesterfield, who longed for a piece of furniture that would allow a gentleman to sit comfortably upright without wrinkling his clothes.
"I woke up at 4:00am and just stared at it," Kari said this morning of her new roommate via text message. "I can't believe it's real."
I, of course, know exactly how she feels.