Tonight we were leaving Moe’s from dinner and Scott wanted to stop at a furniture store and look for a new table beside his recliner. Well, somehow we got a little distracted in the recliners. We have a recliner. We bought our recliner when I graduated college ten years ago this year. We actually used some leftover scholarship money to buy it. The recliner has kind of been our baby. When we first got it, I used to lay with Scott in his lap and watch WWE wrestling with him. About the same time, we got our dog and Scott used to hold her on the recliner. And two years later when I was pregnant with Emma, I had to sleep in the recliner because I couldn’t breathe lying down. And then when we had her, Scott would rock her in the recliner and I would fall asleep nursing her in it. And we would rock her in it while she watched cartoons and fell asleep for naps and nighttime. And then we did it all again with Lexi. And then the girls got old enough to sit in the recliner by themselves. To say that we have memories in that recliner is an understatement. In fact, I remember writing a post very similar to this and sure enough, I have basically written this post before. If you don’t believe all the memories, take a look at a few of these pics (and yes, there are a lot!):
But we thought it was time we should replace it when the furniture store made us an offer we couldn’t refuse. So then of course when we brought it home we all realized what we were doing. And I began to wax poetic about how we had rocked the girls as babies and how sad it would be to sell it and yada, yada. And then all the sudden we were taking turns having our last rock in it. And we were taking pictures and before I knew it, I looked down and Emma was almost sobbing. And then Lexi was crying saying “I’m gonna missss ittttt.”
And then Scott and I brought the new one in and moved the old one to the corner and it felt a bit like a discarded family member, the new recliner an welcome intruder. I never, ever thought I could be so attached to a recliner. I mean, the chair is known as “Scott’s recliner”, not even mine! But Scott and I looked at each other and we just couldn’t let it go. The old black, leather recliner got moved back to its rightful place. I know if recliners could smile, it’d be beaming.
So sorry, new recliner, we’re still busy making memories.
Um….I have room in my house (and Sadie doesn't eat furniture anymore) O.o
That's adorable … I do want to see the new one though!
Well…ok….loved the walk down memory lane. I guess it seemed so fitting that we never got to see the new recliner. are you gonna sell it now?
I don't know. Part of me was hoping we'd all wake up this morning ready to make the switch. For now it's in the living room. It really was a good deal so I hate to get rid of it. But I don't know, I might see if it will sell on Craigslist.
I don't know. Part of me was hoping we'd all wake up this morning ready to make the switch. For now it's in the living room. It really was a good deal so I hate to get rid of it. But I don't know, I might see if it will sell on Craigslist.
I still have the gliding (as opposed to rocking) chair and ottoman we bought for the nursery before Matthew was born; it's in a corner of my bedroom now and I keep saying I am going to recover it to make it more modern but…
I can understand the attachment to your (Scott's) recliner as I can't bring myself to get rid of my chair even though it is 13 years old.
I still have the gliding (as opposed to rocking) chair and ottoman we bought for the nursery before Matthew was born; it's in a corner of my bedroom now and I keep saying I am going to recover it to make it more modern but…
I can understand the attachment to your (Scott's) recliner as I can't bring myself to get rid of my chair even though it is 13 years old.
Um….I have room in my house (and Sadie doesn't eat furniture anymore) O.o
Um….I have room in my house (and Sadie doesn't eat furniture anymore) O.o
That's adorable … I do want to see the new one though!
That's adorable … I do want to see the new one though!
Strangely, I'm not nearly attached to our glider but I definitely get the attachment to it! I know many people that have moved one to their bedroom.
Strangely, I'm not nearly attached to our glider but I definitely get the attachment to it! I know many people that have moved one to their bedroom.
Just remember memories never get discarded……as for the recliner, keep it around as long as you can. the day will come when you will know it is time to depart with your old reliable recliner . As for now keep making those memories.
Just remember memories never get discarded……as for the recliner, keep it around as long as you can. the day will come when you will know it is time to depart with your old reliable recliner . As for now keep making those memories.
I love this! It's funny how we grow attached to certain things, huh?
I love this! It's funny how we grow attached to certain things, huh?