Shopping for furniture with her is an absolute nightmare. I have gotten to the point where I tell to just pick something because my opinion on her indoors never did matter.
Soon after we moved to this house, we were in town, walking past shops, when she disappeared. Found her in a furniture shop looking at a large wall mirror. Until then I had no idea 'we' wanted one, so a bit of a shock, especially when the price was noted. Early days then, money was a little tight, and with the 'shock', I said no.
This led to a frosty week, and I relented. Returning the following saturday, we found the shop had closed down - oops! Secretly, inside, I felt better.
Much grumbling for the next two weeks. Near us, we have a wonderful 'emporium', car scrapyard, building materials, garden ornaments, lots of strange stuff, some new, some used, some end-of-line stock, some incorrect size, etc. Also a shed with new tools, usually well-priced, but occasionally expensive, homewares, ladders, and more. But also a large shed of used furniture, and a smaller one with new and end-of-line or bankrupt stock. Browsing in there one day, alone, I spied a mirror, seemingly identical to the one we missed, labelled damaged, and around a third of the other's price. I took it home. I was forgiven soon after.
We've had it now around 27 years, still haven't found the damage.
Another story. She wanted a new dining table, so off we went. Decision made, ordered, and awaited delivery some 6 weeks later.
I had no idea these things came flat. The thing took up half the floorspace in or lounge-diner, more as the box was opened out. The legs were separate, and clearly manufactured separately, some time before the table top. I would have expected it to have been assembled at factory, to ensure it fitted properly and sat level, then marked as a set, but no apparent evidence of that.
The table top was face up. Needed to be face down to fit the legs. Need a bigger room to turn it over, and physical help, as it was too heavy for me. I complained to the shop. They may know all such furniture comes flat, why should I know? I persuaded them to send help, as they dumped it the wrong way up. When the help arrived, we turned it over, and fitted the legs. One was not vertical. No adjustment, just not jigged properly in manufacture. They insisted on turning it over to stand on its legs, which we did. The leg drew my gaze. No way was I ever going to live with that. We took the legs off, and they took it all away.
We still have the old 1950s table given by her mum. Nothing wrong with it. Still don't know why we needed a new one.
Sofas, and now recliner chairs have been easier.