The Sectional
It was 1995 and we were just married. We’d moved to a new apartment and we needed something bigger to occupy our living space. The “dog couch” and cheap black lounger with equally cheap ottoman would not suffice anymore. So we bought the big sectional. It was huge, heavy, and green. And it had a seat for Michael, a seat for myself, a pull out bed, and most importantly a cubby for our smoking apparatus.
When we moved to New Orleans, it came with us. Michael and I moved that beast out of my parents’ garage apartment and into our house on General Pershing, all by ourselves, vowing never to move it again. Those were the days that I proved to Michael that I was strong. Carrying my end out of that apartment and into the shotgun house, used every ounce of strength I had in me.
That couch became a space of comfort, and it opened up for friends and family to sleep on as well. We’d moved it into the front room, the middle room, and even had a piece of it in our room (when we moved it to the front room.) But we didn’t move it out of the house when we decided to give Buffalo one more try. We left the people who bought it from us to that task.
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I didn’t follow the rules, but I’m in good company. Steph didn’t follow the rules, either.
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Rules schmules.
When you’re in the moment, there are no rules. (with writing.)
Love this. I wonder about the story our couches would tell on us.
Steph
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Mishi Reply:
March 8th, 2010 at 12:27 pm
Oh, I know this couch would tell some sordid stories. I’m actually thinking about stringing vignettes through the blog about this couch BASED on those stories that it would tell.
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Adventures In Babywearing Reply:
March 8th, 2010 at 12:35 pm
That couch might need to start an anonymous blog.
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Should “smoking apparatus” be in quotes? :-P
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Mishi Reply:
March 9th, 2010 at 10:18 am
Yes, I do believe it should!
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Oh dear, I don’t want the next assignment to be our couches telling stories about us. LOL
I love the memories you depicted in your post. And I miss the hell out of you!!!
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Sectionals are a bitch to move. I look forward to the day when we don’t have this one anymore….I love it, yet hate it all at the same time. Hubs loves it.
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All I can say is – it’s a good thing that couches have such a short memory.
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These couch posts are so fun and fascinating to read! Who knew our couches could say so much about us?
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I wonder what that couch is doing right now? Probably missing you & Michael & dying for a smoke :)
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Mishi Reply:
March 10th, 2010 at 10:10 am
Oh, the smoke stories it could tell!!
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Oh I love your smoking couch! I’m cracking up how so many people are taking the writing assignment (rules or not) and writing it to fit their style. *As it should be.*
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