My green couch came from my grandmother's living room in a northern suburb of Chicago. I coveted it since I was a teenager, so it is one of my most cherished possessions.
Since it came to our house nine years ago it has been hanging out with the couch Sean and I bought in college, hidden by a slipcover. However I just knew one day I would stumble upon a more suitable companion for it. I believed it was out there at a thrift store or maybe waiting for me on Craigslist.
It turns out it was waiting for me at my mom's best friend's mom's house...did you follow that? She is moving soon and working on cleaning out her house. When I was there last week I asked about the plans for her floral couch in pristine condition. She actually didn't think anyone would want it. Um, yes please...
It came home with us today. To me it feels like these two couches can hang out in their retirement here...chatting and drinking tea together, surrounded by Ikea furniture and other random hand-me-downs. They just need to be willing to move around a little bit every once in awhile, because my obsessive rearranging habits do not seem to be going away anytime soon.
But for now my living room and my vintage loving heart are very, very happy.
