Remember that commercial? Something about meals out of a jar that were "fancy" enough to merit eating in the dining room, and the husband marveled at sitting in that little-used space? Well that's how I'm feeling about mine. It's so close, I can taste it (no pun intended).
For nearly 3 years, we haven't been able to use our dining room. It's been filled with appliances and construction materials, not tables and chairs and people. I'm still amazed that I can now see out of my windows and not have to climb over piles of boxes to find anything.
The stain for the table should be here Wednesday, so come next weekend, we should be EATING in our dining room. Assuming, of course, that Hubby gets the other 13 chairs assembled by then...
For nearly 3 years, we haven't been able to use our dining room. It's been filled with appliances and construction materials, not tables and chairs and people. I'm still amazed that I can now see out of my windows and not have to climb over piles of boxes to find anything.
The stain for the table should be here Wednesday, so come next weekend, we should be EATING in our dining room. Assuming, of course, that Hubby gets the other 13 chairs assembled by then...
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