For our thirtieth anniversary, my husband and I decided we were going to buy new furniture for our home.
When we went housekeeping, we were already expecting our first child.
We couldn’t afford good furniture and we ended up with a lot of hand me downs and second hand store furniture. Thirty years later, we were going to get rid of the old furniture and treat ourselves to something new. He asked me what kind of furniture I wanted to look for. I smiled and told him I wanted something that would show who we were. He gave me a hug, looked in my eyes and said we should be looking for Classic Elegance. We started shopping over the next couple weekends. We found a beautiful French-style oak dining table. It wasn’t original, but it was beautiful. She showed us the matching chairs, but I didn’t like them. As long as we could reasonably match the wood, I was going to be happy. We went walking through the furniture store, and ignored the salesperson. I saw some chairs in a far corner. They were mismatched, but all the same color and they were definitely Classic Elegance. He agreed with my decision, since we said we wanted natural wood furniture in the dining room. When the salesperson finally caught up with us, I asked him about the wood dining chairs. He noted they were mismatched and said I wouldn’t want them. I counted six chairs and I said I wanted the wood dining chairs, and if he could rustle up two more, I would be obliged. He looked down his nose at us, but flashed a grin when my husband pulled out his diamond visa.