I fully recognize that I was not following the design advice that I often dole out. Material objects are just -stuff. Yet I still wasn’t game.
However taste change, needs change, and even after two rounds of refurbishment, my sofa no longer was front-room worthy. Said the husband. OK. The first problem was it took me 3.5 years to identify the replacement. The second was the size. Given that it was a leather sleeper sofa from the 90s, it was also heavier than my first car (a Rabbit Convertible). And what to do with it was the biggest issue. The thought of it overfilling a landfill made me a little nauseous.
Thankfully I found a very willing recipient (it's actually harder to give away a sofa than you think) and some almost reasonably priced local movers, and after 17 years, the sofa has moved on to its new home. Hopefully the new owners will love it like we did.
So at the end of the day. Matt got his new sofa. And I perked up once I realized that a new sofa gives me some very legitimate license to buy some new pillows. Win-win. Time to form some new attachments.