Last on my list, I wanted nicer furniture. In 2002 all the remodeling we’d talked about for
years was finally underway, and I hit the antique stores and other furniture
sources. It was too late for the kids to enjoy the nicer surroundings, and my husband
was in a nursing home. But as I’ve said so often, everything’s a trade-off.
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As I watch my two dogs lounging on my sagging IKEA couch (which has survived two boys, three dogs, three cats, and many sleepovers with other boys), I'm not sure we'll ever have nicer furniture. But the dream goes on!
ReplyDeleteYeah. My sagging furniture needs to be replaced too - but the dogs will just ruin something new.
DeleteI hope you found nicer furniture that gave you real pleasure. That's what is important.
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