I have always longed for this Ektorp sofa.
It's neat and it's tailored but also comfy and casual. It invites you to come and sit awhile...
but best of all, it is slipcovered. With a husband, 3 boys, a girl and two dogs...it has to be.
We love everything about this piece of furniture.
There is one thing that it's missing though.
It doesn't yet have a story to tell.
I have always enjoyed old things for the stories they have to tell. The long lives they have lived and the way they have been loved.
Something occurred to me though as I sat in the quiet dark that first night we brought this brand new sofa home. I missed the stories that our old sofa held.
The seemingly endless days that I spent lying on it, suffering from all day morning sickness.
Little ones with tummy aches, scratched knees and pinched fingers sitting upon it with ice packs or bowls of chicken noodle soup.
Quiet evenings spent long after the kids were tucked into bed, snuggled up with husband watching old re-runs of the Andy Griffith show.
Do you know, I even went into labor late at night with our second baby while sitting on that couch?
It was our first furniture purchase when we got married and moved into this house. Without even realizing it, that sofa was keeping a diary of sorts. It was building a history right there in our family room.
It has worn many different slipcovers and has witnessed several different style changes in its day.
All of a sudden I realized how much I would have missed this old sofa if we had passed it along to someone else. Thank goodness it only traveled as far as our basement where we will continue to enjoy it there.
For now though,
a new story has begun.
Do you ever find yourself attached to a piece of furniture? Have you ever had a really hard time getting rid of something that you don't use anymore because of the sentimental value that it holds?
I'd love to hear your stories!! I have been working on de-cluttering and I find myself running into this sentimental roadblock over and over again.
Have a beautiful day!
xo and God Bless,
Kathleen