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The dinner table

For most of our still-young marriage we’ve had a steady stream of ugly, hand-me-down tables holding court as sort of placeholders in our kitchen or dining room, marking the spot where “someday” we’d put a real farmhouse table, a beautiful piece of furniture large enough to accommodate our growing collection of backsides plus a couple guests. We’ve had the 400 pound, everyone’s-mom-has-one-somewhere-in-the-house 90’s extendable oak pedestal table painted in multiple colors, the hideous but breathtakingly play-doh resistant farmhouse table with inlaid blue 80’s ceramic tile surface, and the tiny 3-person IKEA bistro table wedged into our triangular sailboat kitchen in a 5th floor Roman walkup apartment, only useable due to the presence of double IKEA plastic high chairs flanking either end.

When we moved this past summer we only budgeted for two new pieces of furniture: a kitchen table and a set of bunk beds for our boys. I found a set of those I loved at Walmart of all places, and they were remarkably affordable (though after my saintly father spent 5+ hours assembling them, we discovered why…) but the table was a little trickier.

I knew with baby number 5 on the way and a dedicated, honest-to-goodness dining room in our new house I wanted a real table we could gather around for years to come, one we wouldn’t break or outgrow in a year or three. But then there was the small matter of not having a Pottery Barn budget or much luck at the thrift shops that have delivered up so much bounty over the years. I looked and looked and just could not find something that fit the bill, so I resigned myself mentally to spending $700(!!!) on something disposable from IKEA that fit the length requirement, and that was going to be that.

It probably seems silly that I was fixated on a stupid table, but for me it represented more than just a piece of furniture. I am pretty detached from home furnishings, truth be told. Our entire house is a mishmash of Goodwill finds and hand-me-downs from friends and Craigslist scores, and I’m pretty chill about my kids destroying each and every single piece of it, but a table was something different.

Growing up with my 6 siblings, the table was the real centerpiece of our home. We had most of our dinners together and it was the school in which we were educated in the fine art of debate (often times heated), politics, theology, philosophy, and what Katy so-and-so said in the lunch room that day. We had a huge, long table, and there was always room for at least a friend or a neighbor kid or two. We were all expected to take place in the (occasionally) robust discussion which, to be honest, sometimes included raised voices and blood pressures.

I longed for my kids to have the same experience, and I felt strongly that the thing needed to be at least 7 feet long for our purposes. Would a smaller table work? Sure, and we’ve been making it work for 7+ years. But I wanted to have a longer term solution in place so that we could start early, schooling them in the fine art of dinnertime banter. And with 5 little butts in seats, it was getting pretty cramped around a table built for 6, particularly when any of our plentiful extended family were present.

Towards the end of the summer, after our 5th? 6th? house contract had fallen through and I was beginning to doubt we’d ever actually be living in a house we’d need to furnish, I attended a baby shower for a friend and I’m telling you, when I walked into her beautiful home, I laid eyes on the most gorgeous three dimensional platform for supporting dinner plates and elbows that the world has ever seen.

I gasped and asked her where it was from. Arhaus? Pottery Barn? Crate and Barrel? DID SHE DRIVE TO WACO AND HAVE CHIP AND JOJO HAND CARVE IT THEMSELVES WHILE SINGING PRAISE AND WORSHIP SONGS?

Nope, her husband made it. And for a super reasonable amount of money. Like crummy pre-fab IKEA table money.

“He could make you one too, I’m sure.”

Dead. I was sold. I was so excited, and although our ridiculous house hunt pushed the delivery date back a few times, by September we had our very own dreamy, custom-built dining room table (and matching bench!) which comfortably seats ten for a fraction of what it would have cost in a fancy, built-overseas-in-poor-labor-conditions retail outlet. My girlfriend even texted me a couple pictures of the process as it came together in her husband’s workshop in their backyard.

I love it so much. I love that every time we sit down to a meal we’re adding to a string of linked experiences that will stretch across the next 20 years. I love that he shellacked the thing with a billion coats of polycrylic per my request and that I can clean it with diaper wipes. Man, this is living.

What I love the most though? That it was built with love, and that God answered my silly, insignificant desire for a beautiful piece of furniture to gather our family around three times a day (and to work from too, as it turns out.)

If you’re local to Colorado, I’d love to put you in touch with Ryan at Blue Nails Woodcraft (read the poem that inspired the name at the end of this post) and see about getting one of these pretties custom built for your family, too. He can go the gauntlet from sturdy and no frills to high end artisanal craftsmanship, and the thrill of custom designing your own piece of furniture is something that I imagine few people in my generation have gotten to experience.

Cheerios under table incorporated to enhance realistic feel. (Laundry pile in bay window not included with purchase.)

*For pricing and customization information, call Ryan at (720) 933-1974 or email [email protected]*

From our big ‘ol table and the whole Uebbing crew, a blessed and beautiful Thanksgiving to you and yours.

Joseph and Child Jesus

By Father Leonard Feeney

Whenever the bright blue nails would drop,
Down on the floor of his carpenter’s shop,
St. Joseph, prince of carpenter men,
Would stoop to gather them up again;

For he feared for two little sandals sweet
And very easy to pierce they were
As they pattered over the lumber there
And rode on two little sandals sweet.

But alas on a hill between earth and heaven,
One day-two nails into a cross were driven
And fastened it firm to the Sacred Feet
Where once rode two little sandals sweet.
And Christ and His Mother looked off in death,
Afar-to the valley of Nazareth

Where the carpenter shop was spread with dust
And the little blue nails all packed in rust
Slept in a box on a window sill;
And Joseph lay sleeping under the hill.


  • Holly

    Oh Jenny! That table is beautiful!!! This is so meaningful to me because we inherited my beloved Grandma Dolly’s kitchen table. She had 8 kids and so many grandchildren and just died last July. She was the closest thing to a living saint that I will ever know and I spent the first 32 years of life eating at that table multiple times a year, along with my big happy lovely loud crazy family. She was very insistent that my family (her only practicing Catholic grandchild) have her table and I initially said no because how could we drive it 8 hours to our home? It is huge and like yours has the long benches. My sister’s (at the time) boyfriend volunteered to drive his truck down and carted it back to us. He died in October, surprisingly and at such a young age. But I am forever grateful to him for bringing us such a special gift. I think of her often. Anyway, your beautiful table may be very well be resting in your grand-daughter’s house someday, feeding your great grandchildren. 🙂 🙂 🙂

  • jeanette

    A wish for a table is not that silly: it wasn’t about the piece itself, but about what happens when you are gathered around it cultivating love relationships. That does matter! So, no, not silly! Thoughtfully practical.

    May you have many joyful gatherings, lively discussions, and life-long memories! May it be a place of eating, working, playing, and learning: a center of family life.

    Happy Thanksgiving (and thank you for including that poem).

  • Christine

    I think this is my favorite post that you’ve written! And I LOVE the table! It’s beautiful, but the story behind it is even more so.

    Happy Thanksgiving, and God bless you and your family!

  • Nancy S.

    Your very special table is magnificent. I hope your friend’s husband signed it somewhere. I especially love that you paired it with black chairs – very Hitchcock Furniture-like. My favorite piece of furniture is my Hitchcock deak in Autumn and black, complete with cross-rail on which my daughter’s chocolate lab puppy teethed. I have often been asked why I don’t get it fixed. Why? Because I loved that dog and he felt the same about me – even if I had not visited in 2-3 years, Bailey knew “Grandmom” was there. No, my beautiful chair to match my favorite desk (took me a year to pay for the two pieces and they are now my only pieces of “good” furniture) will remain as is – damaged to some, filled with joyous memories to me. I wish you glorious memories with your family around your new table. I did want to ask if you know about There are often wonderful furniture items to be had for free, should you need something in the future. Freecycle started when people decided it made no sense to put perfectly useful things into the landfills.

    May all the joys of the season be yours.

  • Meg

    Love this! My husband just built a table for a local family out of old church pews from the Church he works at. The family told us that they had been praying for a renewal of their home and that the table (a surprise gift) has already acted as a beautiful place for them to come together for meals & discussion & love. God is good! And your table is gorgeous

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