On Sunday we said goodbye to our sofa.
Here it is, innocently sat in our living room just days before being bundled into the back of a van, destined for Juggle Mum‘s living room.
It looks so innocent and unsuspecting doesn’t it?
Now as much as I know that it will be very happy in its new home, I couldn’t help but feel sad when it was gone. I lay down on the floor in the space that it had left for a little while, thinking about everything that had happened on or around the sofa over the course of the last nine years and realised what a central role it has played in our lives.
I bought it on a bit of a whim. I was feeling a bit bored and sad one Thursday evening and so left everyone at home and went for a mooch around DFS. I have always wanted a big corner sofa and that evening I fulfilled a life long ambition.
“That was fun,” I told my partner of the time when I got home. “I just spent a ludicrous amount of money on a sofa!”
Seriously, is there any situation where spending money you don’t have doesn’t cheer you up just a teeny bit? Like the sporks I bought in John Lewis at the weekend just because they were so shiny.
The sofa though was worth every penny. It is quite probably the comfiest sofa in the whole wide world and can fit about 27 people on at any one time. You can even sleep two adults on it, as I have proven after several parties. It has been the scene of Sunday hangovers, late night liaisons, emotional endings and beginnings. Belle can’t remember us ever having a different sofa; it has literally grown up with us.
Getting rid of the sofa signified a very definite and deliberate full stop. Although it represents a fresh start that is going to be exciting and invigorating for all of us, it doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard to say goodbye.
Is it weird to feel so attached to a piece of furniture? Is there anything in your house that you would find hard to part with?