Welcome to the Tales of a Kitchen Witch Blog.
I’ve been so busy these past weeks… I feel bad that I haven’t been blogging. I hope you all stick around until I work through all of this. I just feel so overwhelmed by everything. I need a break so very badly. My husband has been on the road and out of the house for two months. We are hoping he will be home by Samhain (halloween) but there are no guarantees.
One of the things causing me stress?
This is my kitchen table.
A few weeks ago my friend S was over with her kids and there just wasn’t enough room in the kitchen with the table opened up. (Our table is pub style- it is higher than average and has a center piece that can fold out from underneath and pop into place, turning it into a 6′ by 6′ square. Great for games or craft projects!) We tried to close it, but it jammed up. She popped it back into place- but I called the furniture store to come out and repair it anyway… This table isn’t even a year old!
The repairman came last Saturday. He was so weird. When I answered the door, the first thing that he said to me was “Do you want that?” and pointed to something to the side of the door. I was confused, and he repeated himself twice more… Before I figured out that he was pointing to a little wicker chest to the side of my front door. He wanted me to either give it to him or let him buy it- I’m not sure which. I said “um… yes I do.” and then showed him to the table.
He needed to open the table back up to look underneath, and when he did? He SNAPPED my table IN HALF.
I was freaking out. He stood looking at it, scratching his head, and said “well, that has never happened before.” He then tried to convince me it was my fault. He was also trying to get me to tell him it was ok to leave. I was very careful to be noncommittal with my answers… I wasn’t going to give him a reason to get out of fixing my table. He stood around a few more minutes and then LEFT.
He told me to wait two hours and then to “try calling the office”.
I was livid. The huz called the office before he even got out of our driveway and got through to customer service right away. The woman he spoke to was appalled. She said we would get the table replaced at no charge. The only problem was we had to wait a week for the appointment. So the kids and I had to picnic on the kitchen floor and do schoolwork at the coffee table. It sucked having a broken table in my kitchen for an entire week. We weren’t allowed to remove it or they would not honor the warranty and replace it.
They replaced it today- and it is beautiful and shiny. Which is awesome, because the old one was scratched up- Hannah was cutting on it without a cutting board. I am glad she has learned that lesson though. And at least I got a new table out of the mess!
(this is what it looks like before you open it up… I made the delivery men open and shut it before I let them leave!)