The Dining Room Down Low

My dining room makeover has come in stages.  Stages of my indecision and project A.D.D.  Stages of my DIY endurance (or lack thereof).  Stages of my husband’s DIY tolerance – sound familiar to anyone?

Several years ago, I fell in love with a flooring idea I saw several renditions of on Pinterest (oh, Pinterest, how I love ((and hate)) you). The folks had taken ceramic tile, and instead of grouting in between, they inlaid another type of tile, like a smaller glass tile in a mosaic pattern.  I was still working my corporate job at the time so I decided to hire this one out.  Oh yeah, plus it was a mammoth job and better left in the hands of a professional with more patience than I possess.

And so it was done.  And he did a phenomenal job -  I couldn’t be happier. Then the remainder of the project sat. And sat.

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A couple years later, something caught my eye and gave me a wild hair to finally do the dining room update (probably another blasted Pinterest picture).  I was off and running and determined to finish it in one weekend.  Because I had company coming. What the heck? Seriously.

I ended up painting the room and changing the fabric on the chairs.  I wanted to use my grandmother’s high chair in some sort of decorative way. Should I paint it?  Stain it?  I couldn't decide.  Eventually I elected to leave it in its original condition, set it in the corner and added a vintage looking watering can with some bright and airy stems. Finished.  Or so I thought.

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Fast forward to the present day.  I am on a quest to update all the oak trim in my house.  I am staining it all dark, using General Finishes Java gel stain.  My trusty helpers (hubby and tween) got it all taped off for me.  It takes 2 coats on my wood to get good coverage.  Once dry, I finished it with General Finishes High Performance Top Coat in a satin finish.

Finally, I think I might be finished.  Or maybe I’m not? Now I am iffy on the yellow paint I chose……..might be time to extend his project one last time.  I can already hear the groaning from the tapers.

From our Nest to yours,

Stacey