By Kayleigh Rahn
We purchased our dining room table about six months after we purchased our yellow farmhouse.
Until that point we had used a glass top, hand-me-down patio table in our dining room. It worked to collect our mail and keys, though we rarely sat at it, even to eat, as that was before parenthood.
We found our new table at Kelsey Furniture. It caught my eye from across the showroom floor, and I was immediately sold. It’s, of course, a farmhouse table with beige details and a rustic finish. I knew one day we’d have little ones with messy hair sitting around it for breakfast, and I imagined hosting family dinners and friend gatherings with extra chairs pulled up and the additional leaves extending it to fill the dining room to capacity.
Within a week of having it in place, my hard-working husband put the first knick in its surface when he dropped a metal ring from a new ceiling fan. In that moment we’d officially broken in the new centerpiece of our home.
In the years since we’ve hosted friends and family on occasion, and one of those occasions was Thursday evening for Thanksgiving dinner.
William and I started plotting a seating arrangement for 18 about two weeks before the holiday. We were nervous about finding a place for everyone to eat, so we pushed and shoved furniture around while Nora napped until we found the winning arrangement.
Luckily we didn’t have to chase the turkey around the kitchen, as my dad is a master of cooking the bird and brought it out cooked and carved. William and I cleaned and cooked for about two days before the event, and just before guests arrived we pulled the table apart to put in the extra leaves.