My Furniture Vs. My Family
I think I’ve won the furniture war.
You know the one. It starts with the first time your eighteen-month old figures out he can climb over his crib railing and you go through the “big boy bed” issue. This usually involves a lot of tears and some sleepless nights.
Eventually you reach the point where baseballs, footballs, and other sports equipment are bouncing off furniture. That’s if you’re lucky. Because you might encounter the “goth” period, which includes black furniture, bedding, and drapes.
And speaking of bedding, let’s not forget the popular “grunge” style, where the bed is dismantled and mattresses are moved to the floor.
These days my children are grown, I’m decorating in my own style for the first time in twenty-five years and, amazingly, I’m still sane.