I once had a beautiful solid oak dining room table. I often felt a little goofy eating at the table alone most nights, but I made an effort to sit down and throughly enjoy my meal each night.
Back in 2005, I purchased a condo. I clearly remember the process of purchasing the necessary home goods. As a thrifty gal, I didn’t go too wild. I looked for quality and classic pieces that I expected would carry me from that condo and the life of a single chic into a completely different phase of my life. A life that I imagined would be a few years away but would involve an eventual house purchase with my new husband.
Now six years later, I no longer live in that condo or have that beautiful table. I don’t have a pending house purchase and I am nowhere near an engagement ring. But you know what, I am ok with all of that.
So okay that I moved to Tucson ten months ago but I still haven’t replaced my table. It is strange to be such a foodie and lack a table. Honestly, it embarrasses me that I can’t offer a seat at a table to friends if I invite them over for dinner.
Clearly I should purchase a new table but here is the situation: With all the other decisions to be made I find one even as simple as a table to be overwhelming.
Debating style options – more modern or more classic…