Years ago I told Hubby I wanted an iron bench for a window nook just outside of our dining room in our new house. He was so proud to show me that he had purchased one - come out and see. To my disappointment I saw - a swing. He had gone to the effort and bought it, because I had asked him to. I put a couple of pretty toss pillows on it, surrounded it with a couple of large potted plants, and called it good.
That swing stayed put for several years. It was pretty in it's little spot by the house. It was a pain to move, and the kids had to be told several times not to try to "swing" in it it like you do on the ones at the playground. But we didn't sit in it much anyway. That is, until I asked him to take it up to Highlands. He perched it on the top of the hill, looking out towards the lake, just in front of a firepit, and we sit in it every time we visit.
And I think, maybe this is exactly what I wanted, after all
