One sofa, two sofas...what now?

Just over a year ago, we moved from a gorgeous fully furnished apartment to a big unfurnished house. It is closer to Fabio's work, it is right in front of the school, we have grass for Mia...it is all good. But we had no furniture, so we had to go out and buy the essentials.

We bought beds, sets of drawers, tables, chairs, a sofa set...all we needed. But in the new house, we have three "living areas" and the money was only enough for one set of sofas.

For a year I dreamed about sofas, I wanted them bad, until last week, we finally decided to get a new one.

The new sofa is gorgeous and ultra comfy. We were very happy. Everyone still is, but MY HAPPINESS  lasted for a couple of days, and then I realized my parties would never be the same with the two sets.

For a year, I had the most versatile of all environments, and I could adjust the house to the party, with no issues.

Dancing party?   Drag the sofa set to one room and you have a whole dancing floor...

Dinner? 20 people? Drag the sofa set to the dancing floor and you are as good as a restaurant...

Sophisticated visitor? Dismantle the restaurant, bring the sofas back and you have a good open plan dining/living area

Good old friends? drag to sofa back to the TV room and we can all scatter all over the place.

And now?? Now I have sofa sets everywhere. No more dancing floor, no more restaurant!!

Oh, dear...

My grandma and her "strategies"

My cousin Monica is one of my Grandma's grandkids too. We often fight about the legitimacy of my family relations, but we will discuss it here another day.

Today I want to remember Monica's first birthday party. My Godmother (Monica's mom), bought two dresses. A pink horrible  one and a gorgeous yellow one. Cisi (the Godmother) and I really liked the yellow one and I found the other very kitsch, less interesting. Grandma liked the pink one.

The plan was to let Monica choose. We would dress her up in both dresses and ask her which one she liked better.

The parade started and when Monica came out of the bedroom with the pink dress, my grandma started dancing, swirling, clapping and singing, all at the same time!

Monica, who was very silly barely one and a bit naive, fell for the audience's enthusiasm.

Cisi was furious, I was about to cry...

Monica, go and fetch your b'day pics. I am curious if we made an intervention and saved the infant and the elderly from a big mistake or if you were indeed wearing the pink dress at the party!