Almost six months ago, I ordered a maple table for our entryway; I could not wait for the furniture maker to complete our table, so I had room for the family to lay down together for Thanksgiving dinner.
- I put our order in while the two of us were in the Springtime, hoping the table would be complete by Halloween… When the furniture maker delivered our maple table, I was thrilled.
It was just as beautiful as I thought it would be. I had 3 table leaves so I could extend the table to fit up to twelve people, and after they delivered our table, I sat on a chair and admired our up-to-date acquisition. I was still sitting there when our hubby got home from work. She pulled the table apart to make sure the leaves all fit well, and she checked it from beneath. She had a frown on her face when she got up off the floor. She asked me what kind of wood the table was supposed to be. She was there when the two of us ordered maple wood, and she shook her head. She told me it was an oak table with maple stain, and she wasn’t thrilled. She picked up the PC to call the furniture store, and I reminded him they were closed for the night. I no longer wanted to lay and look at our walnut stained oak table. I was ready to pack it up in the truck and take it back to the table shop, but I had to wait until morning. Although I enjoyed the table, knowing it wasn’t real maple had me no longer wanting it in our house.