A Striped Armchair, Literally
Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved books and wanted to start a blog. So she named it after her favourite (striped) reading chair in her college apartment, not forseeing that after graduating and bequeathing the chair to the next generation of students, her blog name would be a trifle random.
Flash forward a few years, and the girl was on the hunt for a second chair for her bedroom, to make a little conversation nook: it had to be small, comfy, and cheap. After scouring thrift stores for a few months, she came across the perfect chair: not only did it meet all the criteria, it was also striped! After desperately guarding it from other shoppers until her mother (the primary future user) arrived to confirm its perfection, she popped it in the back of her convertible, drove it home, and placed it in the corner to live happily ever after. And once again, her blog’s name made sense.