Our future dining room table had an adventure this morning. Two strapping young men took it out for a walk. They opened up the yellow barn and rolled up their proverbial sleeves.
Their real sleeves they kept snug against their arms, as the temperature hovered around 10 degrees. But the sun was so very inviting!
A brisk jaunt through the town square was just what this table needed!
Around the corner & down "Mill Hill", they headed for our old stone home. We were thankful that traffic was at a minimum. Make room for the dining room table!
Up the drive.....
...and somehow, through the back door. (Ben proclaimed that if it didn't fit, we would have a winter's feast outside instead.)
Here is the perfect view of how "rustic" this table really is! Somebody bring me a tub of elbow-grease. Stat.
It wriggled through with inches to spare! Only a very small corner of drywall was harmed in the process.
We are not quite ready for dining upon it. A healthy scrub and a pass with the sander may bring out its beauty. If not, a coat of paint will have to be employed. Whatever it takes. This baby is going to work somehow.As a fisherman measures his catch, so the Lady of the Manor measures her harvest table: 10 feet, 2 inches long by 4 feet wide!
What a lovely table to fill with family and friends!
ReplyDeletewanna come help me clean it??
ReplyDeleteI would volunteer if this week weren't so very busy with Valentines-y loveliness (which I will likely be rather tired of, come the weekend some 40-or-so away from home hours from now)... Have you begun yet? I'm a sucker for makeovers!
ReplyDeleteDeb: haven't begun, as I have realized that I need Hubby to sand the top first. The greasy dirt goes right into the grain.
ReplyDeleteWhen I get ready to do my part, I will let you know. It would be fun to visit with you even if work isn't involved!