Look, it’s not that I don’t crave the outward signs of adulthood (they help people take my baby-faced self a little more seriously), it’s just that until recently, we neither needed nor wanted a dining table.
Skip ahead to this week. My husband is turning 30 in a few weeks, which is a big deal for me. It’s that moment when you realize you’re married to someone who is 30 and that maybe, just maybe, you need to give guests a place to dine that isn’t (1) on the floor, (2) on the couch, or (3) at the kitchen counter. Tables are expensive and complicated; there’s the color and the wood to consider. There’s the practical planning component: we want kids, so it has to be durable, but also it needs to clean up nice for guests, and will it fit in the nook by the fireplace? If not, we are totally screwed for space.
Last week, in her utter shame at our lack of a dining table, my mother-in-law took me table shopping, graciously throwing money at me in an effort to make growing up and getting a table a little easier to handle. We settled on a reddish mahogany table with a fun little herringbone design. The chairs are incoming.
But given all the comments from friends and family lately, I have to wonder if this state of no-table is a common occurrence for those of us straddling 20 and 30. Well, friends, what’s your state of table? Is it sitting in your dining room right now, or is it basically just your coffee table (because yeah, that’s what ours was)?