Right now I’m sitting on our junky old couch. On any given day, I may look at this old furniture and give a heavy sigh and and long for nice, new furniture. But today I like it for all of it’s shabbiness.
We bought this furniture when Katie was just a baby. It’s been spilled on, the dogs have laid on it when they thought no one was watching, it’s been jumped on, climbed on, you name it, this furniture has seen it all.
The recliner is actually broken so that when you are reclined and want to get up, you have to move your feet to the outsides of the footrest and push down hard to get it to fold back up. Sometimes you almost accidentally propel yourself into the air.
I almost always look at this very furniture and see all of it’s flaws, but maybe I’m getting more sentimental in my old age, because today I look at it and I am flooded with memories.
Some really sweet…
Some not so sweet…
But all of them ours. Telling the story of our family.
I may have a hard time getting rid of this old furniture someday.