I’m starting the new year with a new sofa. I ask you, what better way is there to get off on the right foot than with a new best friend like this?
Right foot? Left foot? Whichever. “Foot” is not the right word since there will be nary a foot or feet on this sofa, if they are wearing shoes. Socked feet are OK. We do have some rules after all.
No names mentioned here, but you would be surprised how many people have been raised by wolves and who think it is perfectly fine to stand on a sofa in their shoes to change a light bulb in a ceiling fan.
Where there are rules there are exceptions. As long as her paws are dry and clean, the dog is allowed on the new sofa. She is family and she does not chew, slobber or shed.
Besides what’s a nap on a sofa without a good book and a cozy dog? I discovered that the first day it moved into my life and rediscovered it several times since.
The new sofa entered my life a week ago, and so far I have found no faults or flaws. The fabric seems indestructible and snaps back into shape immediately upon rising. Which is way easier too because my feet touch the floor sitting on this sofa so it is much easier getting up and off of it gracefully.
Its best feature is its single seat cushion. It is all I dreamed it would be. Firm and sleek. There is no more shock and annoyance of literally falling into spaces between multiple seat cushions.
I cannot tell you what a small but mighty life changer it has been, not to have to struggle out from what is the home furnishing equivalent of quicksand after misjudging your aim upon sofa plopping. There is an art to this. Single seat cushion sofa removes the guesswork.
This new sofa is a neutral shade some would call ho-hum, but I plan to add a few bright pillows to camouflage its low key presence. Maybe a colorful throw blanket, too.
Confession time. This new piece of furniture was a little more than I had planned to spend but I have been looking for quite a while. We misfired on one sofa, which was more modestly priced but which suddenly became out of stock after a delivery date had been set.
This one arrived two weeks ahead of schedule, which was a bit of a problem because we lived with the old sofa and the new one in the same room for several days, over the holidays, until the Cleveland Furniture Bank could come and collect the old one. A first world problem.
The Cleveland Furniture Bank is an interesting charity. After inspecting your furniture donation and a pre-quoted donation from you, the “banker” will haul your furniture away, place it in their Southland store and resell it to anyone looking for a bargain.
As indicated earlier, my new sofa is, by all indications, a keeper and we should have a long and happy life together.
It comes after not one but two failed relationships. Both lasted six months.
The first was the quicksand sofa purchased new from an online furniture store. It was a good, basic sofa with sturdy upholstery, a firm backrest and nicely rounded arms.
The problem was the two, very squishy foam seat cushions. Seat cushions are among those things you cannot test online. Quicksand was sold to a couple who loved soft cushions. To each his and her own.
This was followed by the one I just donated. It was gently used when I got it and falls into the category of love at first sight. The fabric was gorgeous, lifted the spirits and brightened the room.
Alas, it promised much but did not deliver. In truth, the sofa was a longish loveseat. It was too short to stretch out on, too narrow to curl up in and too close to the floor to allow a graceful exit.
It is embarrassing to admit having fallen for a pretty face. But who hasn’t? You commit but find it is unable to withstand the long haul? Pretty is as pretty does. Beauty fades and after time becomes second to friendship and comfort. Can I get an Amen?