Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Saga of the Dining Room Table

It was a golden oak round table with four leaves, sits twenty.  My friend had to move.  There was no room for her family heirloom.  Could I store it?  Not really.  I have no room in my cellar as it is.  For some reason it was bothering me.  The table was going to be junked.  At the last minute, I decided I would take the table.  My table was broken and needed refinishing so I would throw mine away until my friend wanted hers back, then buy a new one.  Sounds easy? Right?  My poor son had the job of getting the table.  He had to drive to Port Chester to borrow a truck.  Drive to Peekskill to get the table.  Deliver it to my home.  Return the truck back to Port Chester.  I ruined his day off.  And when the table arrived, I wasn't so sure I liked it!

Surprise.  When the table was put together and liquid gold was applied, it looked beautiful.  Strange enough were the leaves.  The table is a golden oak color but the leaves were dark brown, almost black.  It still looks great.  Another great idea: I am going to refinish my table as it is much needed and certainly less expensive than to buy a new one.  Double bonus is I am now inspired to clean the cellar to make room for the table.

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