one of the things that really bummed me out about our last place was not having a table. I mean, the coffee table sorta worked but there's just something about sitting down to eat at a real table that makes planning and cooking meals more satisfying, you know? anyway, since we have the space we decided to up and make ourselves a table.
^^drilling and cutting and gluing and screwing.
^^the underside (and the dog). we stained the top in driftwood.
^^all together now.
I love, love, love those legs. and we actually built the thing weeks ago, but the finishing got me really dragging my feet cause I didn't want to deal with the fumes (don't worry, I wore an aspirator). now I just hafta wait 5 more days for the top to cure and we're in business. oh, and ignore how terrible the color of those chairs is with the table. they're getting a facelift.