Ever since the first time we toured our house, I’ve felt the house needed a specific table.
The table existed only in my mind, as far as I could tell after a nearly two-year search through all of York County’s furniture stores and beyond.
But I finally found the table, and last night we put it in it’s rightful place, and I’m ever so happy.
This is my new table that Aaron got me for my birthday/Christmas. It fits in its space perfectly, it has a footrest, it covers up the phone jack we don’t use. It looks sharp with our black appliances. Swoon.
In the kitchen, there’s a rectangular space next to the side door that’s just begging for a table. It’s a strangely sized space, but not so uncommon that I thought my search was futile. The area is 51 inches wide by 28 inches deep — plenty wide to seat two people side-by-side.
But I also wanted had visions of a bar-height table where Aaron and I could sit and have a drink or an app or breakfast. So that made the search a bit harder. I found tall tables that were 51 inches wide, but they were all squares, far too deep for the space I had available. And there were kitchen cart-esque tables that would fit there, but drawers or shelves under the table top would prevent Aaron and me from sitting comfortably.
We also considered building the table. A bar in Philadelphia had tables close to what we wanted, and they seemed relatively DIY-able, involving two L-shaped pieces of steel for the short ends, with a bunch of two-by-sixes laid across resting on the Ls, then screwed onto a pedestal or with legs screwed onto the tabletop. Aaron also thought about buying a big round table and sawing off part two round edges to make a 28×51 corner to fit snugly into the corner.
The search went on and on.
For the interim, we put a table there — a round dinner height table Aaron already owned, with one of the leaves folded down so it could sit flush against the wall — but it was not the table.
And then, a year and a half after moving into our home, I found it.
I wrote this note a couple months after we moved into our house for typical nesting needs — curtain sizes and whatnot. The most important measurement is the first one, and I consulted this note dozens of times since writing it in the spring of 2012.
It was a a new item at Ikea
when my friend Kate and I went on a shopping spree in October. I saw it in the middle of the showroom, covered with wares for sale, and couldn’t believe my eyes. I’d been burned so many times before that I kept my hopes in check while opening the note in my phone where I wrote the dimensions.
The table is 50 inches wide, 27.5 inches deep, for 1.5 total inches of clearance.
It’s as close to the perfect table as we will ever be able to find.
It’s also made of wood, not particle board, which is a relative surprise from Ikea. It was simple to put together, thanks to Aaron’s drill.
And I’m so glad I was patient and didn’t settle for something less than what I wanted just to have something there.
Now, we start the search for the perfect bar stools. Let’s hope this doesn’t take three more years.