{ Goodbye, old friend. }
That old denim couch.
This couch--she's seen it all...
IT.
ALL.
When I met Andy this Blue Jean Beauty (B.J.B.) was perfectly placed in Andy's mom's basement. She was a big part of our budding relationship, the site where we watched many a late night movie during our first few months of dating. We shared our first kiss on this couch (oooh, la la). She even made the move from Columbus to New York with us (up four flights of stairs in an apartment in Astoria, Queens-where she sadly lost all four of her legs).
Then, when we decided to move back to Columbus, she was once again (lovingly, yet legless) maneuvered again through the four flight stairwell and onto a very large moving truck. We brought her to an apartment in Victorian Village, she sat proudly in front of a wonderfully red brick wall.
One year later, it was time for her to endure another exhausting move (again). She was tired, she was worn out, she had traveled the world (part of it anyway). B.J.B. was much loved in her prime, but we were nearing a point where we both realized she was probably not going to cut it in the new place. Andy decided she should retire to the basement of our new home, where she has stayed for the last two years. It was fine for a bit, but eventually you have to just let go. She was large and clunky, she was kinda smelly and her time had come. We needed to reduce the clutter in our basement, and she was the central hub for all sorts of "stuff." Poor B.J.B. had become more of a shelf than a place to sit back and relax. We wanted to get rid of her, but the thought of lugging her up the basement steps just was too painful...we had put it off for months.
Yesterday, when I had come home from a long and exhausting day, the last thing I expected to see was good old B.J.B. sitting roadside.
I could not believe my eyes!
Turns out, my wonderful husband and his amazing dad got motivated to do a major overhaul in our basement, and the denim couch was part of that mix! What a massive surprise! What a huge relief. And everything else was perfectly organized. Truly the work of Mr. Reale (Thank you, thank you, thank you!!)
And, to anyone in need of a wonderfully comfortable, cozy and stylish couch:
I do not recommend swiping this one off our curb.
She's just too busted to be used, and bulk pickup is on the way.






















































