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!