In 1948, Eero Saarinen, architect and designer, was given the assignment by Florence Knoll to create a chair “that was like a basket full of pillows – something she could really curl up in.” I was placed into the iconic Womb chair as a newborn in 1953. I grew up in that chair, first with my parents until I claimed the chair as my own to share with my dolls, books, little brothers and cousins. The chair held me through my tumultuous teens, as a sanctuary, a place where I returned to myself, until I left the Glass House at age 18. After my father died, the Womb chair came home with me for my children to claim.