But I do love my new sideboard. I’ve been wanting one since last Thanksgiving when I realized I didn’t have enough space for both the people and the food.
DH has been indulging my quest, and we’ve happily snuck in little trips to antique stores as often as our schedules would allow (which hasn’t been terribly often lately.) And maybe as much as I love my sideboard, maybe I’ve loved spending time with him just as much. It’s almost felt like it did when we were dating– just heading off on the spur of the moment, making the very most of every minute we have.
We’ve seen a lot of great pieces, but not great for us. They’ve either been wrongly shaped, or the wrong color of wood, or beat up, or too much money. But this one is perfect– and it very nearly matches the china cabinet that we bought a few weeks before we got married.
Somehow, slowly, we’re developing our own sense of style. Our “just married” furniture is gradually being replaced by things of which we love. And maybe we’re turning into grown ups– who knew?
All that from a piece of furniture…