I don’t remember the day we got the sofa, but I know it was a long time ago. It came from Wayside on the Post Road. It seemed like the Swiss Army Knife of couches with a pull out bed and two reclining seats (neither currently operative).
The couch covered a full wall in the family room before making a sweeping 90° turn to establish the boundary with the kitchen.
I have been kicked off this sofa more times than I care to remember by my then teenage daughter. There were shows she wanted to watch… wanted to watch there… wanted to watch there without me. Not that I hold a grudge or remember this sort of thing.
One of my all-time favorite photos of the Fox family in their Snuggies was taken on this couch. Most of my better Ivy, Roxie and Talloo shots were taken there too.
Over the years some areas of the couch lost springiness. Sofas age too.
If you took a three hour nap on the sofa just rolling over and facing the other way bought you another three hours! Magical.
Once, while in high school, Stef baked pizza bagels and carried them toward the family room. As she approached the couch the heat of the bagels became too much. She was forced to put them down. They left a permanent semi-visible patch of very rough cloth.
The couch is gone now. One of the men doing work here, hearing we were looking to dispose of it, asked if he could have it. I hope he gives it a good home and enjoys it like we did.
A new sofa arrives this weekend. I’m happy and sad.