We were happy that Frank’s parents gave us their old kitchen table when we got married. But that was seven years ago. And the table has to be at least 30 years old. We talk about getting a new one. I mean, the wood is fading; the chairs are wobbly but apparently…
IT’S TOTALLY COOL.
People keep commenting on it, saying things like:
“Hey, where did you get this table?”
“Is it an antique?”
"Ooh, that is a great table.”
“Did you get it at Crate and Barrel?”
And this one is my favorite:
“Did the chairs come distressed?”
So the wood that we thought was faded is actually “distressed?” That sounds so much better! Next people will call it “vintage.” I guess, technically, it IS vintage.
I had no idea we were so hip with our vintage, distressed, antique table. Now I should answer their questions with, “It’s a table that’s been in Frank’s family for years.”
That’s sure to impress people, as long as they don’t sit in the chairs. Then we might just have a lawsuit on our hands.
3 comments:
Lots of memories at our vintage, distressed, antique table. Can't ever replace the memories.
But if we did sell it, we could split the profits with you.
Can't replace memories, but no problem with selling the table, especially if I have a share of the profits.
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