So Goodbye Yellow Brick Road...
Then I set foot in my dining room. The bain of my existance.
Most of the rooms in our house contain collections of things my husband and I actually wanted, bought, or happily inherited. It's a compromise of pieces that are old enough to have character, but not so valuable I care if the kids touch them. With the exception of upholstered pieces, we don't usually buy new furniture. We both like to buy used, or old, and refinish ourselves. Our style is sort of "Mission meets Cottage meets Early Toddler". It's an eclectic mix, but we like it.
The dining room, however, has been a 1970's nightmare killing me for ten years. Not to sound ungrateful, but it all came from my mother-in-law, who loves to use us as her furniture and household goods depository. It is of our opinion that she gives us things that she needs to get rid of, but doesn't really want to. She unloads on us almost every time she visits, which is usually once a week. Over 10 years of marriage, you can imagine the stuff I've accumulated. (and I've tried to say no, but it ain't easy...)
First there is the drop-leaf dining table. It's not unattractive, it's just a pain in the butt to sit at with more than four people. With six people, everyone on the sides is forced to straddle a table leg, and it's just a drag. Hubby and I both agree this table has to go, but we can't agree on what should replace it. It has to be old, and it has to be interesting. This table came with four rush-seated ladder back chairs that are unbelievably uncomfortable. Makes having dinner parties in there rather unappealing.
Then there is a smaller drop-leaf side table that my MIL refinished herself back in the 70's. The top is a nice maple, but the bottom was first painted a lovely avocado green and then "antiqued" like they used to do back then. It's a decent enough little table, but I'd ultimately love to get a more functional buffet, dresser, or some kind of low cabinet in there instead. It's one of those things I'll have to find at auction or an antique shop, and I'll just know when I see it.
Then there's the china closet (or "hutch"). MIL gave this to us when we bought our first house because she wanted a new one. It's from her first marriage (to my husband's father, who he has no relationship with), and it's got the federal style drawer pulls and again, the "antique" finish that was so popular in 1969. She balked at me 10 years ago when I asked if we could paint it. Really, I don't understand how you can have such sentimental attachment to a piece of furniture, give it away, and then place conditions on how it can be treated. I wasn't asking to chop it up for firewood, and it's far from a priceless antique (I'm guessing craig's list value is around $100), I just want to give it a facelift. It's a decent size, has nice enough lines, and once you remove the hardware and fretwork, it's not too bad. Considering the cost to replace this size piece, I prefer to refinish.
And that's where we are. Two weeks ago I finally got her blessing to paint the darn thing. I had just emptied the contects onto the dining table (a ridiculous amount of things that I am soooo getting rid of at our community yard sale in a few weeks), when the plague hit.
Finally feeling a little stronger on Saturday, we moved the china closet and the small drop leaf table down to the workshop in the basement. I spent yesterday sanding, priming, and putting on a first coat. I had the basement door open, music playing, and I was happily covered in paint. It felt so right.
I love the 1970's just as much as anyone for the music (hence, my homage to Elton John), the toys, the Bicentennial, the advent of Atari and cable television, etc. As far as fashion and home decorating goes, however, that was one bad, bad decade. So, goodbye old ugly furniture...it's a new century!

