Tuesday, 21 July 2009
The sad demise of the kitchen table
I've spent the last couple of days working on the kitchen table; my table belonged to my Nana, and it was in their London house when they moved in. I reckon it's more than 100 years old, a solid pine table. The top is full of marks, scrapes, scratches, and I've managed to add my own selection to them LOL I've painted the under frame and legs with cream gloss to smarten it up a bit, and when it's dry I'll scrub and polish the top again.
I'm lucky enough to have a big enough kitchen to fit a table into; many modern houses have kitchens too small to put one into. I have a small, narrow work top, which is adequate for what I need. I'd rather have a sit down at the table and work there - reading, podding peas, labelling jam jars, drinking tea, sewing, jigsaws, letter -writing........... Lots of people ask how I can manage with such little worktop space, and seem surprised that I choose to work at the table. In big modern kitchens I see acres of worktop space, but nowhere to sit down in any way to work there. I like to sit down with a cup of tea and get on with what I've got to do, take my time and enjoy the job in hand. I remember my second midwife saying to me "Never stand when you can sit, and never sit when you can lie" LOL
Anyway, horses for courses, some folks like lots of worktop space, I'd rather have the table I think.
EJ suggested I sanded off the top before polishing it, but I've decided to leave it with its domestic scars to tell its own tales.
Posted by MrsL at 15:15