Furniture Gallery

“My ass cheeks are going in opposite directions.” Scott glowered up from the couch. It had recently snapped in the third place in less than two months.

“Mm-hmm.” I sat across the room. In a chair.

“We have to replace it, don’t we?”

“Mm-hmm.”

It came to me used and free in 1998 when I went to grad school. After Scott and I and four friends nearly killed ourselves getting it into our first shared apartment, Scott said, “It’s coming out kindling.”

“Baby, I’ll buy the axe.”

But it didn’t. Instead, when we rented our first house, we gave all our friends rope burn dropping the couch over the balcony. And it didn’t even crack.

When we bought our first house, local movers hefted the corner cabinet more easily than the sofa, thanks to affixed cushions and a shape that required it to be turned upside down at a three-quarter angle to get it through any door.

Coming down south, Andre the Giant picked up the corner cabinet alone and carried it down a set of slick deck stairs on his back rather than be part of the team of three jamming the couch out the front door.

In Montgomery, it endured two dogs’ toenails, two kids’ stuffing obsessions, and two parents’ indifference to the insults delivered upon it. But this March something crunched when I sat. Sam delivered a second crack in April, and Chewie got in the third in early May.

A month and a half later, we watched the couch’s insides fly out as a final set of movers maneuvered it out our front door. Granted that they dealt with heavy furniture all day, it still seemed easier for them to heave it than anybody before. We took it as a cosmic sign that the thing was ready to go. Then, we reclined the ends of our new one and started planning how to protect it from our dog and children. I’ll let you know how that works out.

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Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.

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  1. I’ve had old hand me down furniture that I’ve used to pieces too. That looks like a really comfy couch! I hope your family wears it well!
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  2. “we gave all our friends rope burn dropping the couch over the balcony. And it didn’t even crack.”

    How do friends remain friends after a move is something I’ll always struggle to understand. Your couch is possessed.
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  3. I recently got rid of an old sofa and it made me sad somehow. And having all of those loving memories and a family and dogs with nails and times spent together can make us nostalgic. I loved your writing here, Jessie.

    And this is a great reminder that I really need to get more involved with some of these amazing writing groups more often!
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  4. we have one of those massive couches too. Getting it into our townhouse resulted in a massive gouge along the wall. Getting it out required removing the railing off the kitchen and dropping it over the balcony.

    Overall though, it’s in great shape. It shall soon be regulated to a basement tv room I think and we’ll buy something new
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  5. I want you back at WOE 😉

    my best friend Noelle and I still talk about the “BIG BROWN COUCH” that we had for 2 years in College and then she had for another 3 in her post grad life. Oh the stories that couch would tell if it could.

    I love that even when it’s just you getting a new couch, the language, the story, the TALE you weave is lyrical and tugs at my heart. You are a master of your craft my friend. xoxo
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  7. When Paul and I first met, he could not stand my sofa, but all I could see were the memories that had been heaped upon it. That’s what I saw when I read your post. Lots of love in that old sofa, and more to come on the new one.
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  8. I’m loving this post. Reminds me of our old brown thing. Don’t sit too far left or right else you will fall off. It’s our personal Tilt-O-Whirl. When you are finished, may I borrow your axe???

  9. When my guy saw my new couch, he asked why I bought an animal to sit on. Yeah. Didn’t like yet we’re still sitting on it 10+ years later. Next move is an Airstream or double-wide. I promise you, this baby ain’t comin’ with us. Your recollection is hilarious. Solid writing.

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