This week nineteen years ago we spent ten days holidaying in a wooden chalet on the shores of the Knysna lagoon. Yes it was idyllic and yes we did cook off Le Creuset pots the entire time – that’s all they had!!! And yes I am that minimalist and simply forgot to pack a thing to take on honeymoon. The father person discovered what traveling light really means, when he asked for my bags and I said: “Bags? What bags?”
So Knysna followed after our wedding night, that we spent in a hotel – a real live hotel with room service, in Gordon’s Bay. We drove through Gordon’s Bay last year and couldn’t find it!!! Talk about feeling a little bit from the historical past. We got there late after a brilliant wedding reception… only to discover the room service that I had been looking forward to all my life – a milkshake and a toasted sandwich was nonexistent… you had to order a rather large sea-food platter. I “suffered” through it and I am not surprised that they closed down – who wants a giant seafood platter at two in the morning!!! And in my lifetime I fully intend to stay in a hotel that serves milkshakes on their room service menu. It is indeed the little things that matter!!!
Our sea-food platter followed our wedding, where I literally dragged my poor father down the aisle so fast that he practically tripped!!! Clearly I had places to go and things to do. Actually I was hideously late because in those days I was just too shy to tell the hairdresser to move the drop-in-client out of my appointment and get on with my hair – I knew there was a reason why I never did hairdressers back then!!!
And our wedding was just a couple of months after we went on a week long hike and the “potential father person” said you have to marry me and I said “OK”… yup, I am not a complicated gal at all!!! But it was only the week before that I had told my potential father in law that I was never ever getting married. He just smiled and said… “Never say never.” He was right, he was often right!!!
But really I wanted to tell you all about our couch!!! Because our couch has always been the quiet observer of our life together… Think about it: Couches just sit in the corner of the room, you might think, but really they are there for all family events: birthdays, christmas’s, high days and holidays and not to mention sick days and can’t-be-bothered-to-get-up-days!!!
When we were first married we lived in a rental, with a couch but it wasn’t ours. We treated this ancient couch with care and rather tip-toed around it… Well until my first born, at about eighteen months, sprinkled the entire couch with fish food in an effort to help… after that we were ready to move – because honestly the aroma of fish food is somewhat pervasive, whatever you do!!!
After se7en years, to the day, we moved into a new home – our own home and their was nary a chair in sight, let alone a couch!!! I am of the school that if you don’t love a piece of furniture then don’t buy it, just be patient until the right one comes along. So we were waiting. We had plenty of cushions, they were comfy, we were happy. And then my mum-in-law came to stay. We needed something to sit on right away…
We dashed out and got one… I loved the color. It was never comfortable… and did not tolerate jumping quite as it should. It seemed enormous for our family of two small boys. But it was always lumpy and bumpy!!! It was one of those couches that when you sat down you could never ever get up!!! And very soon our family totally out grew the couch… Seriously, as a two seater it was large. And a two seater with two small boys it was large… but a two seater with eight kids… it just didn’t hack it…
But the poor uncomfortable couch went the distance and was there to see the arrival of six of our children!!! And then there came day when we could stand it no longer and we moved it out into the garden, where it was such a hit that it made it onto Apartment Therapy!!!
And once again we were couch-less… and we waited a while and saved and scrimped… and we bought the epic couch. It took almost 18 years to get the couch we loved. Who knew that a piece of furniture could change our whole family dynamic because finally there was a place for everyone to sit. We never even went into our lounge before, but now we all sit around in our lounge – and read and and chat and watch the odd movie, it’s just lovely!!! Eighteen years!!! Here’s great big couch… big enough for all of us. It has been jumped on, napped on, read on … and most important sat upon. It is the comfortable couch that has to survive a lot…
It was nineteen years ago, this week that the father person and I were married. I know, I still feel like a kid… so how on earth could we have been married for nineteen years… and how on earth did we accumulate all these kidlets… Hopefully our couch will go the distance with us and will eventually have a heap of grandchildren hopping and bopping on it!!!