My husband hated our previous set and we sold it on Craigslist. Since I didn't post about it, it must have predated this blog, which I started writing mid-October 2012, soooo...
We've lived sans dining furniture for over seven months. We've been utilizing a card table with mismatched folding chairs and outdoor plastic lawn chairs:
Guess what? Totally doable for our family of four. Plastic lawn chairs are surprisingly comfortable.
But the plan has always been to replace with a more permanent solution. Hosting a family of four friends for a visit was only feasible by borrowing a second card table from my folks. (It belonged to my grandparents and smelled like mothballs.) I have been praying (sporadically) that God would provide another. If I'd had a truck and the time to troll listings and quickly trek across town to check out options, Craigslist would have been the way to go. Lacking those, I had to concede shopping at stores was the way to go.
I wanted to avoid new, however. We bought our previous dining table and chairs new seven years ago, and paid too much ($500) for something that wasn't comfortable. Now, I've lived long enough and shopped around enough to know that there are plenty of perfectly good unwanted dining tables in this world waiting to be adopted. With two young boys, we don't care about some wear-and-tear; we're sure to add some of our own post-haste. Our premier priority this time around was comfortable. Second was sturdy.
So we didn't rush. On my second trip to a local estate consignment store, I found they had recently opened a backroom with tables and chairs galore. I felt like Goldilocks.
We finally chose a $150 winner that came with six solid-as-a-rock chairs.
Bringing everything home was an adventure, because the remnants of a tropical storm were blowing through on the morning we had coordinated to borrow a pickup truck from my aunt and uncle. I wish I had thought to take a picture of the transport, shower curtains bungeed around the table and flapping in the wind and rain. Instead, here is me doing my best drowned rat impression after schlepping table and chairs about in monsoons:
It was an answer to prayer that the table fit in the small truck and stayed dry (enough) on the 15 minute journey.
No less than two leaves should we feel compelled to host extended family dinners. Certain to host copious amounts of homeschooling projects. Already being put to work!
Actually, it's almost TOO nice for the likes of us. According to the shipping label on the box the leaves were stored in, the brand is Thomasville, circa 1980. Which I looked into, of course, and found that a new Thomasville dining set retails for almost five grand.
Which compels me to irrationally insist on coasters and placemats when I know perfectly well that the finish is doomed to a lifetime of watermarks and scratches from our clan. That was, in fact, the whole point of a used table.