There is a Browne couch that is brown. It has been well loved for nearly 30 years and has travelled with us to five different houses. It currently resides in the river house, our getaway, and is finally getting to that age when its time to find a replacement. At one point in its early days there would have been a fight over who inherited the brown couch. Now its just a beloved relic of a time past.
The cushions were once firm and when you sat on one there was a little spring that helped you escape its embrace. Not that you wanted to leave...ever. But now they are mushy and getting out of the couch takes some effort and planning. Still, it is a pleasant place to sit and stare at the wood stove when there's a roaring fire in it or the screen when watching a movie.
The brown couch is a great place to read a book or to sit back and contemplate life. Like here only more comfy.
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