These deck chairs proved a popular discovery, displayed on almost every promenade, beach, park and garden.
As I child, I would be warned of the dangers that lurked in the digit-dicing, hinged mechanism. Sitting still was the safest option though the bar under the knees dug deeply into flesh and entering or departing the hollow seat was always a death-defying moment. Dismantling and reconstituting of deckchairs was best left to others, especially the dangerous, luxury models with flailing leg rests and canopy.
Disappointingly, the swing-like slings were neither soothing nor comfortable. Instead the angle of incline dissected the body at the waist, directing blood supply away from the stomach just as the picnic lunch was being dished up. Adults, especially Dads, would easily doze off in them though, until the occasional, frayed canvas would depart from the frame, depositing the dazed dreamer in a devilish state of collapse.
Today the deckchair has been assigned the design status of haute couture, retailing way in excess of just a few dollars more. There are double versions too, presumably for duos and not for the double-dinner diners. Hyde Park’s single, green and white striped, wipe-down version is my ideal though. It’s what defines summer – Happy days!
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