you never forget your first…couch

Day 4: Somewhere you sat

A long time ago, I bought a couch. How long, you might ask? It was the 90s. I loved this couch. I bought it at a Slumberland clearance outlet in the Twin Cities. It was my very first piece of furniture.

Before you make any snide remarks, remember the 90s? Plaid was in then. It was everywhere. So there.

As I moved from school to school collecting degrees, my beloved couch made every apartment feel like home.

But it was a cheap couch, so the cushions broke down and each year, we sat a bit lower and it required a little bit more oomph to get up.

When we were packing to move to Iowa, Mr. Phish suggested we sell the couch and buy a new one in Iowa.

I was crushed, but I knew he was right. Eleven years is a long life for a couch. I knew it was time.

So we placed the ad on Craigslist. And I suddenly started feeling very sentimental about my couch.

It was a good couch. It served me well. I wrote a huge chunk of my dissertation sitting on that couch. Mr. Phish proposed to me on that couch. 11 years, 9 apartments, and 4 states. That’s nothing to sneeze at.


Even the boogies were sad to see the old couch go. This was taken literally moments before the new owners showed up.

I wasn’t home when they came to take it away. Mr. Phish said it was a group of college boys and they were ecstatic. One of them said, “Now we won’t have to sit on the floor anymore!!” Mr. Phish threw in our beat-up garage sale coffee table and they acted like they won the lottery.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried a little bit when I got home and it was gone. That couch was with me through some rough times.

When we arrived in Iowa, my parents bought us a new couch as a house-warming present. It’s the nicest couch I’ve ever seen. I love it just as much as I loved that plaid beauty. It it the polar opposite of my first couch–modern, sleek, elegant, and versatile. And frito pie, it is comfy.

It is charcoal grey and the fabric has a wonderful texture to it. I hope it will be with us for awhile. Maybe 11 years or so.

 

 

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12 thoughts on “you never forget your first…couch

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  2. This is a bit strange but you’re going to have to bear with me – I was on a mission from God (a la Blues Brothers) to find someone on the interwebs with the same couch as me. I typed ‘slumberland plaid couch’ into google and this is where I landed. Now here’s my story:

    Oddly enough I also live in Iowa and and just bought this EXACT same couch, along with a loveseat version of it too. Found them on craigslist from a couple who had them in a side room and barely even sat on them the last 15 years. I am a big time plaid lover and think the 90’s style looks great, so needless to say it was love at first sight. The couches are like brand new and were also my first pieces of furniture as a first time homeowner.

    Being so damn proud of the plaidly purchase I had just made, I decided to try my luck again on craigslist to find another plaid-style couch for the basement. Low and behold, someone in Cedar Rapids had yet ANOTHER one exactly like this listed in great shape for only $100. What were the odds? I was ooohhh soooo tempted to buy it, but came to the conclusion that people would would just start to think I was crazy for buying two copies of the exact same couch.

    In conclusion, I can totally relate to the love you felt for this piece of furniture. Maybe in some way, your couch will live on through mine…..regardless of any abuses it may be enduring in a college-frat house as we speak.

    Eric G

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