Our Sectional: The Sunset Years
I just want to get take a sentimental moment to say goodbye to our old sectional couch. I guess it’s not technically goodbye, because we are just relocating it to the basement. I’ll tell you this; a more normal family would be tossing it out.
Yes, it is a total, appalling wreck. Even new, it was not attractive. But we loved it because it could easily accommodate eight people and was made of a something synthetic that didn’t feel too slick or too scratchy. Try as we might, none of us could create a stain that was unable to settle undetectably into its mottled brown-gray-beige motif.
As time went on- five years, to be exact- we imprinted ourselves into that couch, like a foot hundreds of miles into a favorite running shoe. Our cats clawed away the corners. Nelly slept on it, as the lingering scent of wet dog attests. Mice families sought shelter in its underbelly. Every one of my kids has fought to occupy the chaise lounge part of it, which had a two-cheeked hollow in the middle which cradles the butt to perfection.
It’s not goodbye, then; it’s a send-off down a flight of stairs to a well-earned retirement. Old sectional, your sage microfiber replacement has an impossibly tough-yet comfy-act to follow.