Dear Prudence, I’m engaged to a great guy, but there’s one ridiculous issue we clash on. He won’t let me put my bare feet on the coffee table. He thinks it’s gross. I think he’s uptight. I’ve done this my whole life almost every time I sit down in my living room. Of course I wouldn’t do this at a friend’s house, but we’re going to be living together. I dread the thought of forgetting and putting my feet on the coffee table, or doing it only while he’s out. That seems kind of pathetic. How can something this silly turn into a deal-breaker? Please help!
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Dear Dancing, I have one word for you: ottoman. Relationships come undone over big things: fidelity, libido, work ethic, spending habits. But they can also be eroded by trivial things: table manners, pets in the bed, who makes dinner. You have met the man of your dreams, and you two are planning to spend your lives together. But now he can’t believe he’s with someone who doesn’t recognize how repulsive and unsanitary it is to prop one’s feet on the coffee table, and you can’t believe he’s turned into a prissy Felix Unger. When it comes to such disputes, the tie-breaker goes to the person who is being driven nuts by a behavior, as long as there is a reasonable basis for an objection. So get your feet off the coffee table and buy a footstool. Or, as a wedding present to yourselves—an investment that will save you two the cost of a pair of divorce attorneys—splurge on a sectional sofa, one whose chaise lounge will be designated just for you and your tootsies.
I agree with Prudie. Get a footstool. Or wear socks, she specifically says bare feet. i don't think he's being controlling. Everyone has something that just totally grosses them out. To this day, we cannot dip a piece of bread in our soup in front of my dad because it makes him gag. Strange, yes. Controlling, no. We just don't do it when he's around.
Women often wear sandals. So, are you supposed to carry socks everywhere you go? And, if it is MY house and I want to put my feet on the coffee table, I will. What happens when messy, sticky kids come along? Maybe I am a more casual person. And, that is fine. But, I prefer to live in a more casual way. If you don't, that is fine too but best not to get paired up with someone who is too formal.
It is gross. I agree with him. I would spork any of you geeks who even thinks about putting you dirty bare feet on my coffee table!
Me too.
Coffee tables are not for feet. I don't allow it at my house either. With or without shoes.
That's how my parents, myself and my kids were raised.
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Our coffee table cost more than the dinning room table. Nothing gets put on it really. We my use it when folding clothes and the game controllers, newspaper or what have you. But don't you put a cup on it or your feet.
Constantly getting on to my nephew and niece about it.
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Our coffee table cost more than the dinning room table. Nothing gets put on it really. We my use it when folding clothes and the game controllers, newspaper or what have you. But don't you put a cup on it or your feet.
Constantly getting on to my nephew and niece about it.
Yeah I was raised to respect furniture. It's expensive when you buy quality pieces but they will last a life time if treated correctly. Do you know what the oils on your skin with do to a nice finish on wood?
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I used to have a glass coffee table. No feet on that because it was more delicate, and because of finger/toe prints. So when I shopped for a replacement, I decided to go with something more durable, and not too expensive since the boys are still young. I bought a pretty one at World Market which has a style very similar to ones you'd find at Pottery Barn, but for much less. The boys put their feet on it, sit on it, play games on it, do puzzles on it, set drinks (on coasters) on it, play with their toys on it, color or draw (with a magazine underneath) on it, etc.
I grew up in the kind of house where you kept your feet off coffee tables, everything was pristine. My friends did not feel comfortable in my home. I'm not sure I was always comfortable in it. I want my boys to love their home, respect the furnishings, but still feel they can relax. My parents, while still pristine and perfectionists, have loosened up a lot over the years and have a sturdy coffee table now where feet are permitted.
My MIL took a glass on furniture restoration, and I remember her telling me those marks and water rings or heat marks on tables damage the wax finish on the wood, not the wood or the finish itself. I don't remember what she did, but she buffed out everything on my grandmother's dining room table where it looked like new again.
I used to have a glass coffee table. No feet on that because it was more delicate, and because of finger/toe prints. So when I shopped for a replacement, I decided to go with something more durable, and not too expensive since the boys are still young. I bought a pretty one at World Market which has a style very similar to ones you'd find at Pottery Barn, but for much less. The boys put their feet on it, sit on it, play games on it, do puzzles on it, set drinks (on coasters) on it, play with their toys on it, color or draw (with a magazine underneath) on it, etc.
I grew up in the kind of house where you kept your feet off coffee tables, everything was pristine. My friends did not feel comfortable in my home. I'm not sure I was always comfortable in it. I want my boys to love their home, respect the furnishings, but still feel they can relax. My parents, while still pristine and perfectionists, have loosened up a lot over the years and have a sturdy coffee table now where feet are permitted.
My MIL took a glass on furniture restoration, and I remember her telling me those marks and water rings or heat marks on tables damage the wax finish on the wood, not the wood or the finish itself. I don't remember what she did, but she buffed out everything on my grandmother's dining room table where it looked like new again.
I grew up in the furniture business, hence the hard line on respecting furniture.It is true that the finish is what gets ruined, not the wood. But who wants to have to refinish the furniture tops?
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Our coffee table cost more than the dinning room table. Nothing gets put on it really. We my use it when folding clothes and the game controllers, newspaper or what have you. But don't you put a cup on it or your feet.
Constantly getting on to my nephew and niece about it.
If nothing gets put on it--then what is it for? Sounds useless.
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I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
We have an ottoman. Feet get put on it, dogs will walk on it, we keep remotes on it. It's functional. I like it that way.
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I used to have a glass coffee table. No feet on that because it was more delicate, and because of finger/toe prints. So when I shopped for a replacement, I decided to go with something more durable, and not too expensive since the boys are still young. I bought a pretty one at World Market which has a style very similar to ones you'd find at Pottery Barn, but for much less. The boys put their feet on it, sit on it, play games on it, do puzzles on it, set drinks (on coasters) on it, play with their toys on it, color or draw (with a magazine underneath) on it, etc.
I grew up in the kind of house where you kept your feet off coffee tables, everything was pristine. My friends did not feel comfortable in my home. I'm not sure I was always comfortable in it. I want my boys to love their home, respect the furnishings, but still feel they can relax. My parents, while still pristine and perfectionists, have loosened up a lot over the years and have a sturdy coffee table now where feet are permitted.
My MIL took a glass on furniture restoration, and I remember her telling me those marks and water rings or heat marks on tables damage the wax finish on the wood, not the wood or the finish itself. I don't remember what she did, but she buffed out everything on my grandmother's dining room table where it looked like new again.
I grew up in the furniture business, hence the hard line on respecting furniture.It is true that the finish is what gets ruined, not the wood. But who wants to have to refinish the furniture tops?
I actually like the patina that wood finishes get with use. I dont like it when a piece looks like it was just purchased and it is 15 years old. It should look loved, not like a museum piece.
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When the kids were little, they used it for everything. But their feet stayed off.
And I had a $20 flea market find.
I don't care if it's a piece of ply wood on milk crates or a hand carved mahogany antique. No feet on the tables.
And no shoes on the couch either.
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When the kids were little, they used it for everything. But their feet stayed off.
And I had a $20 flea market find.
I don't care if it's a piece of ply wood on milk crates or a hand carved mahogany antique. No feet on the tables.
And no shoes on the couch either.
I never wear shoes in my house.
And things are just things...
flan
Again. It isn't about you.
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My kids...a few years ago. Eating ice cream with their bare feet on the coffee table. Probably my favorite picture of them...I actually posted this on my Facebook page on Thursday...
This is one of those house rules things. What you do in your house is fine. What I do in mine is fine.
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Look chic. You are the one taking a general comment and making it about yourself.
You do this a lot.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Sunday 12th of July 2015 09:54:51 PM
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Why can't she just get her damn feet off the table? It's not like it's going to lower her quality of life in any way. This just seems like such a ridiculously trivial thing to get riled up about, and frankly, although they are both getting in a twist about it, he's more right imo because it is kind of gross to put your feet all over ****.
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Was it a bad day?
Or was it a bad five minutes that you milked all day?
Why can't she just get her damn feet off the table? It's not like it's going to lower her quality of life in any way. This just seems like such a ridiculously trivial thing to get riled up about, and frankly, although they are both getting in a twist about it, he's more right imo because it is kind of gross to put your feet all over ****.
He's the one getting all "riled up" about it--not her.
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I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
I can't imagine someone being this upset by this. Honestly, if it's such a big damn deal to him he needs to find someone else who will acquiesce to all his wants and rules.
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I can't imagine someone being this upset by this. Honestly, if it's such a big damn deal to him he needs to find someone else who will acquiesce to all his wants and rules.
I have a hard time believing this is the only thing he gets all bent out of shape over, too.
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I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
I can't imagine someone being this upset by this. Honestly, if it's such a big damn deal to him he needs to find someone else who will acquiesce to all his wants and rules.
I have a hard time believing this is the only thing he gets all bent out of shape over, too.
I know, for some reason I think this is going to be the first of many "It's my way or the highway." type conversations.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I can't imagine someone being this upset by this. Honestly, if it's such a big damn deal to him he needs to find someone else who will acquiesce to all his wants and rules.
I have a hard time believing this is the only thing he gets all bent out of shape over, too.
I know, for some reason I think this is going to be the first of many "It's my way or the highway." type conversations.
Yep to all of this.
I respect the house rules of whoever I'm visiting but I like being comfy in my home. That means shoes off, PJs on, and feet on the couch since we don't have a coffee table. We don't have fancy furniture in our apartment.