Today was... strange. Amelie flew away to Brooklyn this morning. For two weeks she will be gone! A necessary brief excursion back to real life to take care of real life things. Brooklyn? What? Where's that? Seems very, very far away -- mentally more than physically. Oh Amelie! How will I survive!
Well, I forced myself to get on with it and make a table. That's how.
It's my mourning table. Simpler, out of necessity. Table number six, baby!
I pulled the other ones out of the pile to see what they looked like together. So far, we have only seen them one at a time before retiring them into the stack of others. I love them. Love them.
Obviously the one on the left there isn't finished yet. Just couldn't pull myself together quite enough to complete it yet.
Today was cold and drizzly. Not inspiring. I think Amelie took the good weather with her -- well, hopefully she did because you people in Brooklyn deserve some! I moved all the tables and tools into the garage over night to stay rust and warp free, and realized for the first time in my life that the garage is beautiful. Who knew. I love when those things happen...