Yesterday, I was happy happy happy to see this guy.  I hugged him at the door!  After all of these months, it was here.  THE table was here, the table I dreamed of, convinced my husband of, paid for, and waited for as it arrived from Canada.  I had cleaned the space the table was to be placed (which consequently is the area in the above picture), and couldn't wait for them to bring it in and set it up.  I was giddy, folks, let's just be honest. And then, the delivery man pulled the pallet to the back, and stopped.  He just stopped and stared at me.  Me with my expectant, excited face.  He handed me a piece of paper and said, "Ooookay, sign here".  Stammering, I asked, "You're not going to bring it in?"  He looked at me with his most incredulous look and said, "I can't get that in there!" What else could I do?  I signed.  And then I stood and stared at this thing, wondering what to do. It made for a great little perch for the kids. Luckily, I thought of a guy who has helped me move things before, I like to call him Mover Mike.  It was complete providence that he was literally five minute from my house, so he and his mover buddy came over and saved me.  I gave them hugs, too.  Then came the fun part.  I finally saw it with my own eyes...

Last week, I gave you all a sneak peek of the tile floor in our Addition, and asked your opinion on whether we should do matte or glossy tile.  There were lots of great comments on what you would choose and why, and my husband and I read them all and talked about it thoroughly. I was still having such a hard time deciding...I was afraid the matte would look too dull and uninspired, and I was worried the glossy would make the floor look too new or modern in our old house.  Therefore, I planned a little experimentation to help steer our direction.