While the virtuous green garlic soup for tonight’s dinner simmers away on the stovetop (more on that tomorrow), I have a confession to make. I was very, very bad today. Having ordered my new office desk yesterday, this morning I struck out for Jules Seltzer on Beverly, the alpha and omega of office furniture in Los Angeles. Was it my fault that the windows were painted with enormous letters that spelled out SALE? I walked into the store to look for a new office chair with the best of ergonomic intentions. There I was, deciding between the Knoll Embody (which, btw, is what the staff at Jules Seltzer sits in) and the trusty Aeron when a very pretty, glimmering chrome Eames Aluminum Executive Chair—in the coveted 50th Anniversary White leather—caught my wandering eye. It’s a fantasy chair, and even I wasn’t prepared to shell out for it. Until I saw SALE scrawled across the price tag hanging from this chic little number. It’s a near-perfect floor model with a couple of minor dings, and boy, oh boy, the price was right. Sure, it’s a little nuts putting a white leather chair in a converted garage. But who am I to argue with an executive order from the fates?