When we first moved into our apartment, most of the furniture came from my old place, which had absolutely no room for a dining room table. And since we're big old adults now, we were excited to take the next logical step into adulthood and get a dining room table. That way, we could eat there when people came over and not let the world know we normally just eat on the floor while watching a show.
We got this table secondhand from a friend who had just replaced it with a new one. The top was worn down from a few years of having three boys, so we decided to refinish it. Big mistake, we had no idea what we were doing. Cal sanded it and stained it and coated it over the course of a few days. Other than the fact that sanding made him go crazy and the apartment smelled terrible for a while, it looked pretty nice. But when you touch it, and it's a bit rough on the fingertips. You win some, you lose some.