Two months ahead of schedule, but that’s what happens when you stumble over a store closing sale. Offering half price on 153 pound tables with brass locking levers to join the leaves together. Instead of just butting them together. *drooling*
Wait, what? What’s two months ahead of schedule?
The physical beginnings of my atelier, that’s what. Sunday heralded the entry of this table into the home… 40 inches wide and 72 inches long and 29 inches tall, and really, can you believe I’d already had those five drawer units beforehand? And they fit in the nook between the legs *perfectly*?
It was meant to be. And I’m glad I went for it now. Because really, this is my job. It’s my day job. It’s my real job. And replacing five rickety little tables and carts with this huge solid work island? I’m worth that. My job is worth that.
It’s starting to really feel good around here.
