Three Women, Three Couches

(All women, all couches). Honouring our Grandmothers.

(The purple couch of my dreams)


I had an epiphany recently about the profound significance and symbolism of the couch in a woman’s life.

My guess is that not many of us have thought about our relationship with our couches too much. I hadn’t either, until having a conversation with my dear mum about my grandmother.

I’m not sure exactly how the conversation began, but it was beautifully fated.

Couch #1
My mother told me about how she remembers the time after my grandfather had passed away, and my grandma Mabel was moving out of their home into a smaller apartment. She was getting rid of a lot of things and choosing what she would take with her (presumably her most loved belongings).

She made it very clear, and was very vocal about how much she HATED the couches & chairs they’d had for years and years. She was adamant about getting new ones for herself.