Hubby and I used to live in an apartment when we first got married. Granted, we didn't actually live there for very long. Of the 8 or 9 months that we stayed there, we were traveling all over Ontario for hubby's job for most of it. When we came back on weekends we would stay there. We slept over at my sister's house Christmas Eve rather than sleep in the apartment, which gives you an idea of how not a home it was to us.
So when we bought our house we were very excited to have a home. I would say that 99% of our furniture was given to us. We bought a king-size bed and hubby spoiled me rotten with a baby grand piano. (I know, I know... a piano isn't exactly a necessity! I'm a little embarrassed sometimes because it seems so ostentatious and obviously a want, not a need. But yes, I do play!) Otherwise, everything was secondhand. Thank God, otherwise we would have been sitting and eating on the floor! Once hubby and I stopped arguing about finances (that's worth an entirely different blog post), we slowly started adding new furniture and appliances. First, a fridge when ours conked out. Then, couches and coffee tables. A break in furniture and the installation of a bathroom in the basement. And most recently, our dining room table and chairs. It's a pleasure seeing everything come together as you've imagined.
Well, the joke's on me. My mom always told me there's a reason why you don't replace furniture and gussy up your house until the kids are older. Our house has been taken over by baby stuff: high chair, play mats, toys, swing, vibrating chair, activity chair, car seat, playpen... and Jr. hasn't even started crawling or walking yet! So we've rearranged our living room to give her a little play area in the corner. The living room is a little cramped now and we need to buy gates/fences to block off the piano area. We can't use the ottoman for our club chair because there isn't any room. I'm not sure where we're going to put the plant that was in there. I just look at it now and sigh. This is what happens when you create your "adult" house before having kids. My brother assures us that this phase will be over soon. I guess I just need to embrace it!
:)
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