I just put my old brown sofa on the street, with a sign saying "Free to Good Home"
on it. I feel like the worst mother ever!
I'd hoped to be able to fit her (each section) in my car and take her to Goodwill nearby, but alas, after I got her aaaall the way down stairs and to my car, she wouldn't fit.
So, I left her down there and am hoping for the best.
I shouldn't be so sentimental about my poor old stained brown couch, but I am. She was my first piece of furniture after Katrina.
And, I don't know, maybe something about seeing my furniture on the street must have triggered some bad memories. Who knows.
Anyway, I'm just hoping she gets a new home. She's a good girl. She deserves it.
Meanwhile, I have a new sofa that is yet to arrive. He's all black leather and chrome...I call him the leather daddy sofa. He means business.
emigrejukebox: Lowdown, July 1962 - emigrejukebox: *Lowdown*, July 1962