12 February 2009

What About Love? Some/thing Borrowed


This is Part 3 of a blog carnival from The Other Mother, celebrating Freedom to Marry Week.

I had to think about this one for a bit - I am grown up and out of the house. I used to borrow my mom's clothes while in high school (she worked in an office - I was so NOT chic!) and I tried to save most of my clothes left at the house during various stages from my sister, who is three years younger.

However, while looking around the house, I realized I had a lot of items that were borrowed. In my living room is a couch my ex didn't take when we split, along with a handmade tv stand. They work well, although I have reached the point that I would like a new couch.

But, the piece de resistance is my dining room table. This was picked up by my ex out in Wichita and dragged out when we moved East, then buried in my parents' shed for the last three years. My kids have grown, as they are wont to do, and my small kitchen-size table was just two little to fit the three of us comfortably any more. So, I absconded with the table. With three center leaves, I could have a dinner party.

If I would ever let anyone see the inside of my apartment. Maybe after spring cleaning...