Selecting a name for my press didn't come easily. I toyed with lots of words having to do with books or printing, but didn't think any of them fit me. Sitting at my computer one day, I found myself staring at one of my most prized possessions, my green overstuffed leather chair. "That's the name!" I thought.

My chair was one of my first large (expensive) purchases as an adult. I fell in love with it in the showroom of a store in San Francisco. It's handmade in France, and I waited almost 2 years to get it. I first had to wait until the artisan chair maker had enough orders to fill a barrel to ship to the US. And the first time they sent the wrong color. So then I had to wait all over again.

Finally it arrived and I carefully positioned it in my living room and sat down. To my dismay I realized that the seat was too long for my short legs (even people over 6' find it too long!). Then my rear end started to slip on the leather and I slid slowly out of the chair! For a time I suffered through the uncomfortable ergonomics. But I've long since given up, and just consider it a piece of much loved living room art.