So we have a maple table that was in Dennis' family that we used until about 7 years ago. It was indestructible. We never worried about it. It didn't look so great but who cared? Then I inherited my mother's cherry table. Beautiful, but every time we used it, there's a mark, a scar, something. So I have the pads on it and a tablecloth. What, you might ask, is the point of a beautiful table if you always hide it? The chairs have needlepoint seats my mother made. Dennis hates the table because it doesn't fit well in the dining room. La la la, I say, it was my mother's table. It does have *3* extensions.
So, why don't you refinish the old one? Never happens. But the young man from next door is part of a refinishing business. So we make arrangements some time ago and give him a pretty good chunk of change as half the deal. Plus some chairs that we bought at Sears 38 years ago. We have a few other chairs that go with the table but they hit me wrong in the back.
But we haven't heard anything. Wonder what's happening. Today, this shows up on Facebook:
Need to refresh something you know will look amazing but don't have the time? We've been commissioned to refinish this vintage table and chairs by a client who wants to feature this in his dining room. Look at how that wood shines!
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Hey, I say to Dennis, is that our table? Yes, it is.
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