Cass
I wanted that heavy, dark oak for the dining table. Not this pale, honey-colored stuff that looks like it was stripped in a hurry to meet a deadline. It was supposed to feel massive, something that anchored the whole room, you know? Instead, it’s just... thin. It’s like you ignored the grain patterns we looked at in that showroom in Bristol. It’s too light, Omar. It doesn't have that weight to it. I keep looking at the legs and thinking they're going to buckle, even though they're thick. It's just not the centerpiece we agreed on. It looks like a cheap imitation of what we actually picked out.