Of all the rooms in my house, the one I love most is my dining room.
It’s the room that represents me.
Every single thing in it is so special to me.
There isn’t fancy furniture bought from an expensive showroom.
There aren’t designer accessories and tablecloths and shiny dishes.
But there are stories and history and generations of families.
And that’s so much better than a page out of a Pottery Barn catalog, if you ask me.
When I was a kid, my grandparents had this beautiful table in their farmhouse.
I don’t know why, but I was absolutely in love with it.
It wasn’t used very often, only for holidays.
But I had this special bond with the table and I always felt so happy when I sat at it.
Can you have a bond with a table? I guess so.
Anyway, it used to have mustard yellow upholstery. (You can see the reupholstery tutorial here.)
I always said, “One day, I’ll have that table in my house.”
Then one day my grandparents called and gave me the best news ever.
They were purchasing a new dining set and asked if I still wanted it.
I tried to play it cool by saying “Sure, I’ll take it.”
But inside I was jumping and dancing and screaming and smiling from ear to ear.
Dream. Come. True.
Across from the table is a huge entertainment hutch.
But not just any hutch.
It was built by my uncles as a wedding gift for my parents.
The craftsmanship is amazing and I’m still to this day impressed that they made it themselves.
It was in our family home for longer than I’ve been alive.
The hinges are a little tight and the doors need a little tlc.
But I’ll give it some lovin’ soon, I promise.
My dad was quite the sports fan. And he had a hobby of keeping exotic saltwater fish.
So picture this hutch with every shelf loaded down with multiple electronics and fish tanks.
At one time we had three TVS, three VCRs, two receivers, a radio, a 200 disk jukebox, and two fish tanks.
And two huge fish tanks on either side of it.
Yep, dusting was not fun.
That was my job when I was young. Give the kid with allergies and asthma the dusting job. Thanks Mom.
(Kidding! I love you.)
Over the years, it’s moved from house to house holding anything and everything.
And when I moved into The New House, my mother decided to pass it on to me.
Remember how getting the table was a dream come true?
Ok, well this was the other dream come true.
(Hey, this is my story. I can have two dreams.)
It’s like it was made for my house. It fits on the dining room wall perfectly.
Everything from the antiques to the cookbooks have history and character.
Walking into my dining room is like stepping into a time machine.
I go back to being ten years old having taco eating contests at the table with my best friend, Ginni.
And back to watching three football games on three TVs while snuggled up with my dad in his recliner.
Even the two plants in the corners are older than I am.
My parents got them when they got married back in the 70’s.
I totally didn’t even know houseplants could live that long.
It may not be the most “farmhouse style” dining room in the world, but I’m pretty sure it’s absolutely perfect.
Joanna Gaines would approve.
Do you have furniture in your current home that you had in your childhood home?
And if you do, do you still have mini-flashbacks when you walk past them?
Tell me I’m not crazy.
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