cushions are hard to spell

9 Mar

and even harder to keep stuffed in.

all three keep scooting their way out from beneath their vertical siblings, like the tie of a polyester wrap dress unknots itself every five minutes.

they must love the butts glued to them so, can’t bear to part with them. reaching with dingy microfibers for another moment with that dark denim. the butts agree, “this is an agreeable relationship. you keep me cushioned and comfortable. it’s the least i can do.” and so they leave behind a bit of the blue as a token of remembrance and a promise to return.

they didn’t scoot upon test sit, when we borrowed the mini-truck and drove across town to meet a lovely couple craig listed. we sat just long enough to seem like good consumers, but were too anxious to actually test anything. we liked them, they seemed to have loved it well, we traded cash for a few of their favorite stories & roped our purchase down, excited for the new chapter in its life.

from bonus room jungle gym to our first home mainstay, maybe they just struggled to transition. it was a lot all at once. the others only took naps there occasionally. we new people spend every possible moment with those cushions.

we eat every meal propped against

pretend to read until we dose off on top of

watch our favorite shows clutching

talk about our day snuggled into

dig our feet beneath those always sliding cushions.

but we never.

never.

never lose the remote.

imagine that's a 52" flat screen

and for that i will always remember these cushions.

(cheers blissdom writers – this was inspired by a challenge in a workshop, prompted by steph at adventures in babywearing)

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7 Responses to “cushions are hard to spell”

  1. adventuresinbabywearing March 9, 2010 at 2:36 pm #

    Oh this strung me a long so well and then LOL.

    Great post.

    Steph

  2. Lisa @ Crazy Adventures in Parenting March 9, 2010 at 4:59 pm #

    You would THINK having a remote that size, you’d never lose it.

    You would THINK that.

    I am here to tell you that is not the case. Not with a walking, stealing, inquisitive, sneaky, future-spy like my toddler, who magically would abscond with our super-huge-large-seemingly-can’t-lose remote and bury it in back of something, thought to be lost.

    They need a clapper for remotes.

    • dearabbyleigh March 9, 2010 at 5:00 pm #

      lisa that is hilarious. i would definitely buy a clapper for remotes if you invented it (i’m sure you have lots of free-time on your hands with that spy in your house!)

      thanks for reading :)

  3. Stephanie March 9, 2010 at 9:10 pm #

    Look at that remote! Oh my. Is it real?

    I loved reading your story.

    • dearabbyleigh March 9, 2010 at 9:31 pm #

      oh yah. it’s real :). i think it’s target audience is about 50 years older than us, but oh well!

  4. Lacy March 10, 2010 at 12:30 am #

    i like that you are blogging about the some of the most important things in life, being a couch and a remote, with poetic prose and a pleasant twist.

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