Last month our new living room furniture was delivered. One might expect this to be a cause for rejoicing. Certainly, it was for my Sweetie.
It was practically prescribed by his physical therapist. It seems that one’s knees should never be higher than one’s hips. Our low-slung 70’s sofa and love seat did not meet this standard. The old sofa was just fine for me since I am a foot shorter than he.
I tend to use my possessions until they are absolutely worn out. Just ask my Sweetie about the ratty jeans I wear for projects around the house. I am considering patching the torn knee.
I knew that I would feel better about replacing the furniture if I could give it to someone. Thank goodness for Freecycle. I posted the offer on a Friday evening; by morning I had three responses. The young mother, who picked them up Saturday afternoon, sent me an email on Sunday telling me they loved the sofa and love seat.
I just wish I had more to give away.
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