This table is such a mess. It was the very first real piece of furniture Matt and I bought together. It's seen all of the doings in this little house, the one before, and even while we lived in the basement at mom and dad's. It's definitely taken lots of abuse.
The stain and verathane that topped it, is now a faded mess from the multiple washes and disinfecting.
There are cuts, stab marks, permanent marker drawings, and "artwork" carved into it.
It's had baby feet and animal paws all over it.
It's full of memories. I'll soon be refinishing this old table. Sanding down, taking away, and ultimately "erasing" the evidence of so many great memories being made. It's bitter-sweet, I tell ya.