We love this chair. Even though it’s almost nineteen-years-old, and ceased to match our home décor, colors and style what feels like eons ago. It’s one of those things you can never get rid of. That one piece of furniture that you wouldn’t ever even consider putting in a garage sale or giving to goodwill. So every time we rearrange the furniture, it ends up in the den, or the spare bedroom—somewhere out of the way—where it can’t be seen.But we still use it. When one of us is sick or has an injury, or surgery, or a special need that requires a comforting place to curl up, we drag out the big, blue chair. (I cannot count the nights I slept in that thing when I was pregnant and couldn’t get comfortable in my bed. Nor the nights I rocked my fussy babies to sleep in it.)
More than a piece of furniture, it’s almost an important part of our family.
Is it normal to consider a chair—a piece of furniture, an inanimate object—as part of a human family unit? Do you have something like this in your life? What is it?
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For our family it's a little gray stuffed koala bear. It was given to me just after I turned 1 and now it's my 6yo's treasured "pet." Though when her little sister gets sick, she wants to snuggle it too. And husband knows we'd all be lost if anything every happened to our little stitched and restitched up little "pet." As they say, you don't pick your family ... hahaha
As I'm sitting in my own recliner that my family has had for, I'm guessing, over 20 years, I'm probably not so qualified to answer that question. But I'm glad we're not the only ones with old furniture, even if it's not quite a family member! ;) :P
I *need* a chair like that. ;-)
For me, it's my books. They are loving friends I store on shelves, under the bed, in stacks--wherever they fit. :p
Nice emotional tension...
I had—and I emphasize had—a recliner I loved, it was glorious and it sat in front of my writing desk. I have spent half my writing career (I use career for a lack of a better word) and from the day I had to throw it out, I have been searching for its replacement.
So I know where you’re coming from… even though you still have your love.
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