Our kitchen table has stories to tell. Yours probably does too. We bought it around 18 years ago when our children were in early elementary school. It was never intended to be an heirloom, and it certainly won't be. It came straight out of a box from a discount warehouse. I remember sitting around it—all four of us—at the display, wondering out loud whose seat would be whose. We picked them out then, and never wavered. The table came with four chairs and a bench. We've moved it to three more houses now. I've re-covered the chairs once and the bench twice. I have fabric to redo the chairs again, but somehow it keeps slipping down on my to-do list.
At the Table
At the Table
At the Table
Our kitchen table has stories to tell. Yours probably does too. We bought it around 18 years ago when our children were in early elementary school. It was never intended to be an heirloom, and it certainly won't be. It came straight out of a box from a discount warehouse. I remember sitting around it—all four of us—at the display, wondering out loud whose seat would be whose. We picked them out then, and never wavered. The table came with four chairs and a bench. We've moved it to three more houses now. I've re-covered the chairs once and the bench twice. I have fabric to redo the chairs again, but somehow it keeps slipping down on my to-do list.