In the morning, I will always have the same routine: wake up, brush teeth, wash face, go to the pantry in the kitchen, grab my box of Wheaties with the latest olympic champion on the cover, sit on my favorite breakfast counter stool and chow down. Every single morning–same exact steps. There is something about the quotidian activities we all go through that is so quaint. I will know exactly where I’ll be at what time tomorrow for breakfast.
My breakfast bar stool, which I have designated as my personal throne, symbolizes a part of my quaint but comfortable morning habits. After all these years, it has managed to maintain much of its original luster. The seats are as soft as ever and the backrest is sturdy as the day I bought it. Because I depend so much on its durability, I’m glad I bought my discount bar stool from Premiere Bar Stools. They are really the best online source for all things bar stools. But I digress.
How else do breakfast bar stools help me savor my otherwise carboard-like Wheaties? Good associations. As my unofficial royal throne, my stool has been there for me through thick and thin. When I had my rainy days, I would spend it sitting on my trusty breakfast bar stool instead of in the living room like everyone else. If I had to, I would even transplant it temporarily so that I could be in front of the television. Otherwise, the kitchen would be a prime location if there were ever one for a throne. Hail to breakfast bar stools!
