Monday, January 14, 2013

Unpacking the Table

Twice a day I say something like "Wait can I have that?" but only about twice a year does someone say yes. This was one of those times.

A dear friend made a table for himself, and since I needed a table, I asked if he would make me one. (My old table was a casualty of a breakup.) A few weeks later, this giant box arrived. 

Filled with a LOT of packing peanuts.

But there was indeed a table in there.

And I love this table.

Thank you!

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