I admit it. I am a flawed girl.
When I have an idea in my head, I am a woman
Dining Tables
Yes. Dining tables. You see, I have this weird relationship with a China Cabinet I bought 10 years ago as a gift to myself after a settlement I recieved relating to my military service. Everytime I look at it, it reminds me that when I thought I couldn't handle something any longer, I continued to perservere. When I bought the cabinet, I couldn't afford the accompanying table.
I thought one day I would buy a companion for it with little problem. Easy schmeezy. In reality, it hasn't been easy. At all. Enter the obsession. When we moved into our new home nearly 5 years ago, my dining room could accommodate a table larger than the small farm table we had. So, I sold the small farm table (2006). Thought I found a lovely table that "went" with my cabinet, paid way too much for it and got it home - didn't coordinate. At all. Ugh. Lived with it for 2 years. Then (2009) I thought I did fabulous and found an actual oak table that would accommodate larger holiday gathering and I could refinish to match perfectly. Not. We could never get it to be as sturdy as it seemed when we bought it and it was truly a balance of effort vs. payoff. Decided it has to go. Then last fall, I bought a table that matched PERFECTLY with the cabinet. For only $15.00!
I was so happy! I get it home and realize that they had altered the height of the table to be 3 inches shorter. Why?! Why would someone do that? I never thought I needed to measure the height. It looked right. Dummy Dummy Tina. I just can't live with a table that everytime you sit down, you hit your knees (and I'm a shorty). So, once again, we, nay, I am looking for another table.
I don't really believe it should be this hard. I need a medium honey oak, round (that can expand) table that is still sturdy that will not be too ornate or too plain so it can be a nice companion to my hutch. All for $150 or less (I've embraced the thrifty in me). For the most part, there is very little that is sacred in my home. The exceptions are my gorgeous bed (cause its just GORGE!), my china hutch (purely emotional) and possibly my TV cabinet (but that one is negotiable). They should be easy to find, right? For goodness sake, why is it so hard to put this obsession to bed? :) I want to give my sweetie a reprieve on the revolving dining tables (that always seem to end up in the garage - thus his issue with it).
The sad part is I am no longer fond of its lovely orangey-ness and when my scaredy pants works up the nerve, will probably end up painting it. Still. This will not beat me. I will win. Or I will at least become truly certifiable in my efforts. :)
Obsessions - don'tcha just love em? What's yours?
(my emotional anchor piece of furniture, the cabinet, with the 2009 very unsturdy table that never seemed to be able to be fixed - sorry about the night time flashy pictures)
I was so happy! I get it home and realize that they had altered the height of the table to be 3 inches shorter. Why?! Why would someone do that? I never thought I needed to measure the height. It looked right. Dummy Dummy Tina. I just can't live with a table that everytime you sit down, you hit your knees (and I'm a shorty). So, once again, we, nay, I am looking for another table.
I don't really believe it should be this hard. I need a medium honey oak, round (that can expand) table that is still sturdy that will not be too ornate or too plain so it can be a nice companion to my hutch. All for $150 or less (I've embraced the thrifty in me). For the most part, there is very little that is sacred in my home. The exceptions are my gorgeous bed (cause its just GORGE!), my china hutch (purely emotional) and possibly my TV cabinet (but that one is negotiable). They should be easy to find, right? For goodness sake, why is it so hard to put this obsession to bed? :) I want to give my sweetie a reprieve on the revolving dining tables (that always seem to end up in the garage - thus his issue with it).
The sad part is I am no longer fond of its lovely orangey-ness and when my scaredy pants works up the nerve, will probably end up painting it. Still. This will not beat me. I will win. Or I will at least become truly certifiable in my efforts. :)
Obsessions - don'tcha just love em? What's yours?
With Love,
Tinamarie
