The table-less dining room.

There’s just something special about making a home your own. Putting your own personal flair in a room, leaving your proverbial fingerprints all over your home. Not literal fingerprints, mind you – just the proverbial ones. As of this May, Jim and I will celebrate 3 years of marriage (hoorah!). And since we married back in 2015, we’ve moved from Virginia to Georgia, and Georgia to Mississippi. Our Lynchburg apartment was very temporary, a quaint, cozy living space on the third floor of a house. Then came Atlanta, a small duplex on the edge of Midtown, close to Georgia Tech’s campus. A love-hate relationship with city living and 700 sq feet of living space, we made this apartment home for Jim’s final year at Georgia tech. Then came our beloved loft in Laurel. After packing our belongings the same weekend of Jim’s graduation, we headed down I-59 to a small, Southern town to the spacious loft owned by our now dear friends, Dawn and Michael Trest. Shortly after our move, we couldn’t see ourselves leaving The City Beautiful anytime soon. We had grown to love this small town and the folks who inhabit it. And this brings us to the present – our 1924 Craftsman, our very first home sweet home.


We realize no one expects us to have our home completely furnished at the ripe ages of 24. It takes time to find pieces you love, or even pieces you’re not sure you even like but you really want a chair for when you have company over so they have somewhere to sit. Exhibit A: the floor filler:

Another beautiful home redone by the Home Town team tonight! Love seeing these homes transform, but what I love even more is seeing @erinapier and listen to the homeowner’s preferences – and see how it reflects in their designs! The attention to detail: every square foot of space has a purposeful, functional, intentional place. On a similar note, we’re enjoying making our home our own, finding furniture with a story (slowly but surely) and pieces that bring warmth and coziness. This chair wouldn’t have been my first pick by any means, but we picked it up at an estate sale because it was super affordable, comfortable, a neutral, and served its purpose incredibly well: it’s a dang, good chair. It’s now one of our favorite pieces and has won it’s way into our hearts – and our guest’s hearts, too! One day we’ll find something that may look a little nicer or something more our style for this space, but this chair “ain’t goin’ nowhere,” because she’s apart of our story now. “Remember that time we moved to Mississippi in our first year of marriage and we didn’t know anyone or have furniture to fill our home? Then this ole beaut came along. Wasn’t love at first sight, but she won us over.” Yeah, we’re all about that. #iliveinlaurel

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I’ve been advised by many to not purchase a piece unless I absolutely love it. But I’ve come to realize I often can’t afford the pieces I absolutely love, nor do I have the patience or discipline to visit all of the estate sales, flea markets, and vintage storefronts until I find the perfect piece. Now I know this is going to ruffle some feathers for those of you who have advised me otherwise, and I don’t do this for every piece, but there are a couple of items in our home that I’ve found to be necessities where I’m willing to compromise necessity over preference. The ironic thing is that I wasn’t over the moon about the pieces when I purchased them, but have quickly grown to love them. It wasn’t love at first sight, but as they became a part of our home, they became a part of our story. It’s somewhat changed my perspective on the whole matter. It’s made me rethink why I love what I love, and to appreciate decor in a different way. There’s so much more than style and aesthetic – I care about the substance and story, too. My Mama told me “buy what you can afford. It may not be what you want now, but you need more seating and this is within your budget.” What’s more, my tastes seem to change, becoming more eclectic with every passing year. Will I love what I did last year as much as I do this year? I blame this on my mother. She’s the cool, hip, woman I hope to be when I’m older, and her design game is strong – a little midcentury modern, but strong. Obviously, I think style matters and plays a part, but I’m learning something else does, too: a piece’s story.

When we moved into our home back in October, we acquired a room we’ve never had to furnish before: the dining room. We hadn’t even thought about a dining table, chairs, rugs, none of it. Here a glimpse of what our dining room currently looks like looking in from the kitchen:

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Our table-less dining room: Laurel, MS

A couple months back, Jim’s mama contacted us about a table in Tennessee, her grandfather’s worktable. It has potential, but even better: it has a history, a story. It was used her grandfather’s, and now it will be repurposed by her son and remain in the Hurt family. I don’t know about y’all, but it just gives me chills to think about a piece of furniture being passed down from generation to generation, used in different capacities depending on the family’s need. We have yet to drive up to Tennessee to retrieve Jim’s great grandfather’s work table because we lack a vehicle large enough to transport it, and haven’t made plans accordingly. But we will, and I think this piece will be one of those most special pieces in our home. But until then, our dining room remains table-less. But I’m ok with it. My table-less dining room can wait another month. The worktable is worth the wait.

P.S. I realize I talk about every piece of furniture in terms of endearment. “Love at first sight, finding their way into my heart, grown to love them, worth the wait.” But you know what? I’m totally ok with that fact.

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