It's time to sit on the arm of the chair

1/18/2016

I was just talking with a fellow grown up church girl and we were reminiscing about how we grew up in a home that respected furniture.

You may remember too, there was the good furniture and then there was the furniture that it was ok to sit on even if company wasn't around. But whether it was the good furniture or the everyday furniture, furniture itself demanded a certain level respect.

Now that we're grown up, we also handle our own furniture with tender, loving care, but we were starting to question that.

Why? I mean, really, what would happen if it got messed up a bit? We'd buy new stuff, most likely something we liked better anyway.

So we vowed to go sit on the arm of one of our "good chairs" just as soon as the conversation ended. Life is short, ya know, it's time to live!

So I did it! I sat on the arm of the chair.

It felt wrong, almost wicked, but it was also liberating in a silly sorta way!

Who knows what I'll do next... maybe leave my jeans on the floor overnight? LOL!

1 Comment

Yvonne Allsopp

6/16/2016 06:33:44 am

lol. I like this one too! We all have those unspoken rules by which we live. And yes it is liberating to finally do that little thing that makes you look around to be sure that no one saw you.
For me, it was putting a hat on the bed. My sweet mother has been asleep in the Lord since 1995. It took me almost a decade to put a hat on the bed and not feel the guilt of something my mother said. As for sitting on the arms of the chairs, I wish I would had instilled this in my daughter. Then perhaps when she and her friends tried to hide on a futon, it would not had collapsed!!!
Don't laugh. She was about 16 years old, and missy and two of her friends were dancing and having fun. I was not home. When I walked into my house and climbed the steps, I could hear them having big fun. I wasn't angry, as I knew the girls. But out of embarrassment, when I put my key in the door they scrambled to act as if they were sitting. All three of these young ladies, non who were shorter than 5 ft 10 in and weighing less than 200lbs...
They tried to hide their faces in the throws or each other, but all I heard and saw was mangled wood and metal!!! That was the last futon ever purchased!!!
If I were in my parents' home, something like this would have never happened. O well, it did make for many many conversations about truck drivers and folks being 16 and trying to hide.
Oh, and to their credit, money was given to go toward another futon...but that was not my choice of seating!

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