When Stephanie and Kaitlyn were little girls, we had a coffee table in front of our couch in our den. They always wanted to put their feet on it when they sat on the couch and I would always tell them to get their feet off because it would leave permanent heel marks. They’d immediately take their feet off, but eventually the feet wound up back on the coffee table where many heel marks resided until the table got old and was discarded. We never had coffee table in our den after that, but they were grown and gone anyway.
We also have a living room and there was never a coffee table in there, but we never spent much time in there except when I was in nursing school, that’s where I studied. And our Christmas tree would be in there and we’d celebrate Christmas in there and those type things.
When Kaitlyn died, I wanted to keep everything I could of hers that I could use and some sentimental things too. Her couch, coffee table, vase, things she got from Africa, some of her favorite books, and a box that looks like a book, and a chair with pillows, a little table with a lamp and a floor lamp, and pictures on the wall now inhabit my living room. It has never looked better and I love her things. I just wished they were back at her apartment with her in it.
I noticed almost immediately when putting her table in my living room that in the area where she usually sat to study or whatever, directly in front of that area on her table is a heel print. I have polished her furniture a couple of times since I got it, it never goes away. I thank God for that heel print.