It was a $20 thrift store find. I saw it and it stuck in my head all day long. Sure, it was worn and halfway through a really shoddy finishing job, but I knew it would be perfect. I brought WBH back with me, crossing my fingers it would still be there, asking if it was something he could take on. That night it was in my car, travelling back with us. WBH refinished the top, sanding away remnants of red and neon green to showcase a pretty, herringbone top.
I love our kitchen table. It sits in what is probably the closest to the center of our home that anything could get. It is where we play play dough, fold laundry, and work on work on projects. It is where we make and break bread. I love our kitchen table and all of the living we do there- as I wiped it down four or five times today, I became grateful for it, and the life it is witness to.
I love our kitchen table. It sits in what is probably the closest to the center of our home that anything could get. It is where we play play dough, fold laundry, and work on work on projects. It is where we make and break bread. I love our kitchen table and all of the living we do there- as I wiped it down four or five times today, I became grateful for it, and the life it is witness to.
2 comments:
Beautiful thing to be grateful for. Well done.
What a sweet story. I love tables. I love thrift stores. I love re-doing stuff.
I agree, the table is the center of the home. Ours came from my great uncle- he and his wife got the dining set when they married in the early 60's. Since the it's been in my grandma's home for awhile and then my parents have had it since they got married. It takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'. Many good memories around that table.
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