The desk chair in our study is vintage. It’s one of those old oak banker’s chairs with the vertical slats on the back, a scooped seat, and four casters. It’s a beautiful piece to look at, made even more attractive by the fact that I paid ten dollars for it an auction.
In the last year or so, what the chair offered in visual appeal, was being overshadowed by how incredibly noisy the chair was. It popped when I sat down, it squeaked when I leaned back, it groaned when I shifted from side to side, and it let out a very embarrassing noise when I rolled forward on the casters.