When I moved into my first home with my ex-husband, he was excited to take the handmade furniture that his grandfather was giving him. He said he had a couch, a dining room set and a rocker. I was thrilled to think that someone had handmade furniture, but I knew his family. The rocker was beautiful and sturdy, so I was hoping the rest of the furniture was going to be just as nice, if not nicer. The table and chairs were old and well-used, but they were beautiful. I was now thinking that all of the handmade furniture was going to be of equal quality. When he brought the wood couch into the house, I was in shock. It was a rectangular wood base with a handmade cloth pad thrown on top of it. The cloth pad was about three inches thick and stuffed with cotton. There was no back to the couch. It was huge and heavy. I looked at the bottom of the couch, wondering if it had a hidden drawer or something to make it unique. There was nothing unique about this handmade couch. The wood was pretty, but it looked like the German siding that was on our home. It wasn’t comfortable to sit on or lay on. I didn’t really want it in my home. I had a hard time telling him that, so I kept my mouth shut. The rest of the handmade furniture was beautiful. I had him put the couch in the living room where the television was. Once I bought a thick mat for the sofa, it really wasn’t so bad to relax on.