The phrase "a lovely table" is correct and usable in written English.
You can use it to describe a table that is aesthetically pleasing or charming in some way.
Example: "The dining room was beautifully decorated, and at the center stood a lovely table adorned with fresh flowers."
Alternatives: "a beautiful table" or "an attractive table."
On one of our first visits, after an hour-long wait, we were seated at a lovely table in the back garden.
I had a lovely table by a window at Sierra Mar, and an attentive pony-tailed waiter who was delighted when I chose a glass of Edna Valley chardonnay from the extensive, award-winning cellar.
My teenage daughter is now the one saying, "You're not going out of the house dressed like that, are you?" It's a lovely table of eight, or better yet: a small reality show called Getting That Mom a Gig.
And Joseph Cotten, playing an auto magnate, has a lovely dinner table speech about the influence of cars: "It may be that they won't add to the beauty of the world or the life of men's souls".
The Granny Alphabet is a charming confection of whimsy and a lovely coffee table book or (support) stocking filler, although I'd beware whom you give it to because if it's someone like me, who's inclined to overthink things occasionally (the anger management's coming along nicely, thank you), you might come unstuck.
It's almost impossible to watch television these days without accidentally learning something about Henry VIII, but The Tudors is a revved-up history lesson: light on dates and heavy on sex, glamour and lovely table settings.
I found tiny references to him in local history projects stored in North Battleford library in Saskatchewan, saying that he retained his lovely table manners, had the best horses in the area and had always "batched it" – lived without a woman.
The word is German and has been used since the 20s, but one person's kitsch is another's lovely table lamp – so how can we talk about it without revealing layers of snobbery?
They make lovely table doilies, table clothes, table napkins, pillow cases, curtains, neckerchiefs, and handkerchiefs.
If you're OK with this, and with the lack of ambient music and Tibetan singing bowls, a Cuba day spa offers an expert treat (stick to beauty over wellbeing, which they don't really take seriously, yet) at a fraction of the price you'd pay elsewhere, and with a lovely massage-table-side manner to boot.
It's busy even on a Monday night, and we sit at one of seven lovely tables all made from (no prizes) a single tree – in this case a black poplar – for a well-prepared dinner with cheffy touches, such as a puff of smoke when I unscrew the lid on my jarred wild mushroom medley.
