... around one's kitchen table. Small talk over meals, serious talks over cups of coffee, silly talks over shots of Tequila. For years I have been thinking about what my dream kitchen table would be. When I first moved out, I had room mates and one had a table already so no need to buy one was there.
When Adam and I lived together, it was one of those things on my list but I wasn't sure how long we would be in our place for (hindsight is always 20/20. My gut knew).
When I moved in here, I knew I needed one. And even though I know this is not my forever home, I wanted something that was of value and I could use it either in my future kitchen or, ideally, my future games room.
I bit the bullet this morning. Using my bonus from work and the excuse that I deserved something for my upcoming birthday, I dragged my dad to all sorts of furniture stores. He had the truck in case I found one. And find one I did.
This was also half an action item on my 30 before 30 (number 12). And now I feel so grown up and ready to invite people over for a dinner party!
3 comments:
Congrats! It's such a great feeling - better than I would ever have thought, to be honest - to have your very own grown-up table isn't it? Good choice. The colours are really neat. Hope you get lots and lots of use out of it! :)
So exciting!!! It looks great! Perfect for another round of Hungry Hungry Hippos. :)
So true!
Kitchen tables are an important part of relationship growth between all people. Right on sister friend.
L-O-V-E your choice BTW!
Happy completed a 30b430 goal day!
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