When I was growing up years ago, I was continually telling our beloved Grandma that I wanted her couch in our home when I grew up.
She would laugh and say that by the time I grew up, her couches would be so outdated that I would not ever want them.
When Grandma got older, she moved in with our aunt. Her matching sofas were still in her home and she told me I could have them. Everyone else planned on taking all of her belongings and either trashing them or sending them to goodwill. I had every intention of going to the home and taking the couches and maybe the matching chairs that went with them. Once I got our sofas and chairs to the upholstery shop, all he did was simply whistle. He wanted to find out where I had found such beautiful sofas. I told him about our Grandma and he smiled. He said the couches were from the eighteenth century and he had seen nothing so beautifully preserved. He said he could put current upholstery on the numerous items and he would add some stuffing, but he was going to keep them as original as possible. It thrilled me to hear he could restore our sofas and chairs, and I couldn’t wait to have them brought into our house. It’s the same home our Grandma lived in, and I recently purchased it. When I got our sofas and chairs back, I took the ottoman and the steamer trunk in. I wanted to see if he could restore them. When he showed up at the house, he was in awe of the antique furniture I now owned. He said that if I ever wanted to get rid of any furniture that I had to call him first.