A Table of One's Own
For awhile now, I've been feeling the need for a space of my own. The third-floor office feels more like Matt's space, as I no longer work up there, and since little light #2 is still sleeping in our walk-in closet, the bedroom usually isn't available. My default space to hang out has been the couch opposite the television, with my laptop on the side table. A convenient place for vegging or checking email, but not so great for nourishing the spirit. Enter, a table with a view. As a result of some creative processing work I've been doing with a friend, I got the idea to set up an art table. We happened to have the perfect table upstairs- it was my parents' kitchen table when they were first married, and when I was in college a good friend stripped and refinished it. Matt helped me take out the extra leaves from the dining room table (it's actually a better size for the 4 of us when it's shortened) to create a space at the back of the room fo