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Dinner Time!

I’m so very excited about our new...old dining room set!  It's vintage Drexel Heritage, circa 1950’s. My parents bought it soon after their wedding; the first really nice set of furniture they purchased.  It is solid pecan with a blonde finish, it seats 6 and has a very cute hutch with it. The set has been handed down over the years to my big brother and his wife when they first set up housekeeping, then my little brother and his wife when they first set up housekeeping, then on to other extended family members and finally ended up in a storage unit for about 8 years. 

My mother was on the verge of donating it to a homeless shelter, but I suggested keeping it in the family in case any of the grandkids needed it in their apartments, not knowing that we would soon be the new owners of 10 Cuttin Sage!


We pulled it out of storage, had it lovingly restored, recovered the cushions with my new “fun” fabric and, VOILA!; trendy, vintage, dining room set!  




The arm chair that my Dad sat in for many years at the head of the table!



The other 5 chairs look like this. The table is disassembled in our garage, so I won’t photograph that! I’ll also photograph the cute hutch later! It’s not at our home right now! 
(Again, I apologize for being a horrible photographer!)


 The dining room has french doors that open onto the glorious screened porch and overlooks the canal and marshland. I’m so looking forward to sitting down to memorable meals with family and friends at 10 Cuttin Sage!!!

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