A table, or the space for a decent table is probably one of the most important things to me in my own home. They have to be big enough to sit eight comfortably and wide enough to hold not only your plates, but big serving platters so that everyone can help themselves.
They need to be multi-functional - for kids art projects, working from home days and sitting around the table and talking nights. A table where you can spread out a full sized paper or sew a dress is essential.
They need to be well loved and show the signs of the events and memories that have taken place. Hopefully it might be one that's been passed down, hunted down, or a bargain find from a second-had store. At the other end of the scale, it could be the thing you've saved up for, commissioned or coveted. Either route is superb.
I don't think a table is the place for mdf, copies or mean proportions. I'd rather have an old door on trestles! No sharp corners for small heads and nothing that screams this season.
We have two tables - a £30 Victorian table that fits six. It's been a great compromise whilst we've been waiting to buy a house. And in storage at Heathrow is the (table) love of my life. A two metre long wooden table made from antique Matai. I've served my nieces their first risotto at it, ate dinner with Ed for the first time together, had countless dinners including christmas around it and sat with a glass of wine and read many books at it. It has wine stains, scuff marks and teethmarks from puppies teeth. It talks about the last ten years of my life, so it's fundamental that as we look for our new house, this table must fit....
I think that a table says a lot about what your home means to you and how you like to live. What does yours say?
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