Almost like newlyweds

My wife and I are feeling like newlyweds again. And, yes, it does have something to do with the bedroom.

Now, don’t jump to conclusions. This is a family newspaper, so you can either be relieved or disappointed.
We were out Saturday buying the kinds of things newlyweds usually get as wedding gifts. You know – sheets, pillowcases, a comforter for the bedroom, and a set of pots and pans for the kitchen.
We didn’t do any of it 11 years ago when we got married. We had two fully stocked houses: Jenny’s in the suburbs of Philadelphia, and mine in Anderson, S.C. Because we had two of almost everything to consolidate into the South Carolina house, we actually had sort of a reverse wedding reception.
Instead of getting gifts, we wrapped up our duplicates and gave everyone who attended the reception a present – toaster, blender, crock pot. You name it; we had one to give away. Our guests thought it was pretty funny. Or, at least they went along with the game. Who knows what they did with the stuff when they got it home?
So when Jenny moved into my house, she was determined to grit her teeth and live with the French-country look, even though it wasn’t her taste. I describe her as frugal, so she wasn’t about to get rid of anything that didn’t need to be replaced.
But slowly, as time went along, most of my well-coordinated country-French furniture started to disappear.
The first thing to go was the dining room set to make room for a second-hand set from the ‘40s Jenny had picked up somewhere, then the bedroom furniture and the wall units in the family room for more contemporary pieces.
As I looked around last weekend, about the only thing left from my old home was the bedding, and now it’s gone, too.
The only way I kept it so long was to play the dying dog card. You see, my little mutt Huey has been in ill health ever since I met Jenny. I didn’t know how old he was when he showed up at my door, and he’s had a few health problems over the years.
And because Huey sleeps on the bed, I thought we should keep the comforter. It seemed to be immune to dog hair and the ornate French-country print didn’t show wear. After Huey’s gone, we’d get a new bedspread more to Jenny’s taste, I said.
Well, 11 years later, Jenny concluded that Huey is never going to die, so she was going to get new bedding anyhow.
The pots and pans are another story. We had an old collection of favorites. But because they didn’t have the right kind of bottoms for our ceramic cook-top, we could set the timer and take a nap before water would boil.
One of my Christmas presents this year from Jenny was a nice skillet from Belk’s to replace the ratty old one I bought years ago at a grocery store. So while we were shopping for sheets, we noticed that the set that goes with the new skillet was on sale.
Now we have more pots than people who don’t cook much will ever need.
The best part about getting all this newlywed stuff 11 years late? We don’t have to write thank-you notes.

T. Wayne Mitchell, publisher of the Gazette, can be reached by phone at 662-534-6321 or by e-mail at publisher@newalbanygazette.com.
 

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