A Fond Farewell

The hoarder in me has the ability to personalize each and every item I take into my home. It becomes a part of my family once it comes through the door. Certain things evoke memories that I want to hold on to forever. In our frantic decluttering Jimmy and I have had to part with things that were once near and dear to us but none so memory evoking as the leopard chaise. For the record, and especially for Sammy Ponzer, this was Jimmy's idea, not mine. As I write I am trying to make a case to keep it. This lounger was purchased from Jimmy’s friends Dave and Ashley long before I came in to the picture. It was lovingly reupholstered by Jimmy and his dad in a velour leopard print and has been an anchor in his living quarters ever since. When I first met my husband to be the thing I remembered most was that chair. Okay, I remembered Jimmy the most, the chair was a close second. I gushed to anyone who would listen about the boy with that chair being perfect for me. Our taste in thrift store ephemera matched perfectly! So many memories since then! Like the time, during a bachelor party the classy stripper that was hired dripped hot wax on it and some of its fur is now missing...or at 11:59pm on December 31, 1999 I was sitting on said chaise waiting for Y2K to hit when the 70's lamp above the chair had a short and I thought the world as I knew it was going to crash and burn. The beloved Chaka the wonder dog made that his home and I was forever vacuuming his hair out of it. Good memories of a good, if not slightly uncomfortable, chair. Without further ado the leopard will make its way to Craigslist and hopefully into the arms of someone who can appreciate a chair with such provenance. I think I am going to write a last goodbye and fold it into the fabric underneath as my way of giving it a fond farewell. Goodbye my friend, you will be missed.