Our Sanctuary

I went to a movie with my friend the other night. On our way home I started giving her my sob story of how sick I am of the pre-marriage, white trash furniture sitting in our bedroom. We each separately bought our dressers and night stands right after moving out to DC and have had them ever since. If they were of a nicer quality, it wouldn't be such a problem...but they're pieces of crap. Dan's dresser has 3 broken and crooked drawers that aren't even being used because the metal tracks broke. The thing has been sitting in our room, half used, for the past 6 months. The leg fell off my dresser when I first bought it (talk about quality) and have been using duct tape the past 5 years to hold it on. Needless to say...I was depressed.

So anyway, my friend told me something that had an impact. She said that so many of us spend time and money decorating our living room and dining room, because that's what guests see. Her point was that the bedroom should be our sanctuary. Well, I thought about that for a long time (okay, one night) and the next day Dan and I found ourselves in the furniture store buying this:


I'm not a compulsive buyer, but for some reason this was easy for me to drop the money on. It's something we will always have and heaven knows, when we have kids we won't be able to afford stuff like this. Thanks Shanae for making me feel guilty enough to go buy new furniture. :)
It wouldn't have happened had we not had our conversation.