Finally I got our table. When we moved into this wreck of a house 8 years ago we opted for a sleek glass, wood and chrome affair. Always, always in the back of my mind was the thought that it wasn't us, or the family we would become. I dressed it up with oilcloth for the wee ones but they banged their heads on glass corners that were invisible to toddlers, they bashed toys and forks into its unforgiving glossiness- meanwhile I coveted big, bashed up farmhouse tables.
11 for Christmas made us act and now in all its trashed glory, which we love, our wooden dining table is here. It has already seen a family grow up around it and here it is in our home to observe another.