Domesticating Dick

Well, after our little sparring about the boys, I wanted to put on the record that at times Dick does actually listen to me.  On rare occasions, he even asks my opinion.

Last Friday was one of those days.  Dick decided, after months and months of talking about it, that it was time to finally replace his living room furniture.  He called and asked if I'd be willing to go to some town whose name he couldn't remember to look at furniture.  He promised that this was THE place to go for furniture, so we set off.

We ended up in San Pedro Sacatepequez, which is known for the manufacturing of quality furniture.  And look we did.  In the first store we went into, Dick found a couch he thought he liked, or at least could live with.  The price was not bad, but he wanted to keep looking.


This was Dick's first pick.
I kept asking the lady in the store if it came in other fabrics.
Dick kept saying, "I like the flowers.  It doesn't show when the kids spill stuff on it."

We were in and out of at least a dozen furniture stores, most of them very modern an elegant.  If you know Dick, you can imagine how much time he spent in these stores.  Most of them had very large living rooms sets, and we were looking for something relatively small.  The funniest was when the lady in one store offered to come out and measure Dick's living room and make some recommendations.  I would have taken her up on it just to see the look on her face when she walked into Dick's 3 room cement block house!

We finally came upon the store that Dick was looking for in the beginning.  Nothing more than a tin shed.  "This is my kind of store," he said as he pulled into the parking lot.

I was pleasantly surprised when I walked inside.  The building was nothing to look at, but the furniture was quite nice and reasonably priced.

We looked at a number of living room sets and Dick sort of liked one we found here.  I really liked it but was concerned that the legs were too weak to hold up to all the kids in his house.  When I liked it, Dick no longer was as interested in it.  "It looks like it belongs in my grandma's house."



Right around the corner from this set, there was a wooden and faux leather set.  Very manly, Dick said.  He said it reminded him of the couch his dad had in his office.  When he sat down in the chair, he looked totally at home.

So, this, friends, is his new couch (you can't see it to well under all the pillows) and chair.


We are slowly making progress--this picture proves that Dick actually went shopping without kicking and/or screaming.  Now if we can just get rid of the shower curtains he uses as living room drapes, we'll really be getting somewhere!



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