the hard parts
It's not really possible to sell used sofas and such around here, unless the buyer is looking to furnish a summer rental. I know it's wrong to be emotionally attached to such things, but Mom and Dad's sofa and chair are very high quality, were custom-made, are in perfect condition (even at 22 years old), and were a source of much pride to Mom. I can't go that route. No consigners want them. No auctioneers want them.
Luckily, Habitat for Humanity will take them. I just have to get them there, since they don't do a pick up in this area until the middle of May. It will be hard to accomplish this week, but I don't have a whole lot of choice about it.
Mom wouldn't believe that I'm giving this stuff away, but truly, I'd rather have them used for some family just starting on the road to security, than in a rental where it's likely the burn marks would begin festering as soon as summer arrived.
I know it's only stuff, but I still can't stop crying.
1 Comments:
As someone who lived on such donations growing up - thank you! I truly appreciated all the good stuff that people would donate. The Neiman Marcus blouses with the tags still on, the vintage gold velvet wingback chairs, the decent cars. Although I didn't have much that was new I rarely felt deprived, thanks to people like you who didn't just donate their used up stuff but instead gave away good quality items in great condition. Your parents' furniture will find a loving home where it will be appreciated and cherished.
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