storytime

A few times in life since moving out of my parents house, there have been moments of furniture serendipity. It is notable because we have moved so many times. (8 times in 11 years) You are low on funds & think you will have to get by without, make do. Then all of a sudden an aunt clears out her storage unit or you drive by that never ending yard sale across town & spot a perfectly aged red picnic table that is priced for just exactly what you can afford. It is just bliss when it happens. Since moving to Seattle we have been given a lot of free stuff. The latest qualified for storytime, in my mind. 

Matt & I have never purchased a dining room table, we have been given 5. Our growing family bumped us out of each of them, either because we kept adding people or because the boys broke them. When we moved to Seattle we did not take anything but a plastic fold-out table, like you use at BBQ's or garage sales. We have been getting by but the moment Matt got his job I was ready to shop for a table. We had strategized on size, price, the look we were going for & then I pulled the plug. I was resolved that we would be given a table. I was not thrilled about more meals served on the plastic absurdity but I was convinced a table was coming our way. Then we got an email. Our landlords are realtors & had the table & the china cabinet left at a property they sold.

The table is nicely built & sturdy, seats all of us, goes with our chairs, & needs just a little revamping. Even my parents, who were visiting & went to pick up the furniture for us, were excited. We all kept staring at the table & smiling. When I get a feeling like I did with the table Matt always says I should play the lottery. I seriously doubt that winning the lottery could make me as happy as our cast off, nicked, old  table does right this minute!