Hope everyone had a good weekend!
It was gloriously rainy and cold in Los Angeles so I was forced to be inside getting my act together.
I failed. My act is very, very not-together. Ah well
But, it was still a nice weekend!
Actually, I’ve been on quite a text-on-furniture kick of late and wanted to share another table I made recently.
You may recall I picked up this little guy about a week ago. I’m not quite sure what the original owner’s plan was there with the blue top and the one blue leg nor was I quite sure what I wanted to do with it. But the little shelf there on the bottom got me to thinking about my family’s deep and sincere love of books.
My grandfather’s basement had a book collection so large that there was actually a card catalog! My Uncle Chuck is a terrific author of everything from mysteries to a wonderful book on the History of Advertising.
And, throughout my childhood the Sunday routine was to go to church, go to brunch and then go to a bookstore wherein each member of the family would go off in different directions and bury themselves in books. The Hardy Boys were my literature of choice for quite a while and there was nothing better than a new adventure.
I still love books and spend huge hunks of time happily wandering the ever-scarcer book stores in the area. So when The Muse gave me the following quote I knew it was destined for my little table: