This is my couch.
It’s really old and the lounge part is quite rump-sprung. The material will not smooth out. The last picture shows the arm, from which all the stuffing is gone .
Brian said I should replace it. I will, reluctantly, if Harvey recovers enough to come live with me. Otherwise, I’m keeping it. I think it’s wonderful.
I sit down and half the time end up on my back laughing. It swallows me up. Then I use both feet to push my self up against the two pillows and I am in heaven. The arm is perfect to hold my phone while it is being charged – as it is now, and my glasses are there, plus a book I am reading. When we get the TV working, this is the perfect spot for that, or a nap…😴
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Sometimes the comfiest things are the old things. I see what you mean about the arm. It’s serving a great purpose for you!
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There is something comforting about something being in worse shape than I am…
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Ha! I never thought of that! But I can feel into it, now. Yes, perhaps that’s it!
You’re so wise dear friend.
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Hahaha! 😂
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Great outlook! Keep looking up.
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I’m trying. 😋. Actually, that’s what we keep telling Harvey to do – physically. Since the stroke, he is all hunched over with his head down. Look up! We say🙂
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Great outlook dear friend. Your so Smart & wise dear friend,Linda.v
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Grateful to be alive- yes.
Smart & wise- not so much.
Determined to make every minute count- you betcha!🙂
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Yes,You are smart & wise woman. I salute to my dear friend.v
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