That was me at work recently trying to carve a small area out in our new house where I could park my papers and work. Some people like to be away from everything when they work but I like to be in the middle of everything. I also really like having a window to gaze out of while I think and have a fetish for worn out wood. My problem was that our new house is pretty small and we didn’t have the money to get a prefab computer desk – never mind the distressed antique desk I pictured in my mind.
At the same time we decided not to have a dining room table. The only table space available blocks traffic to the guest bathroom and one son’s bedroom as well as taking up valuable kitchen space. We put the kitchen table out on the lawn to sell… and then inspiration hit.
Our old table was plenty distressed and sturdy. I grabbed some tools and started dismantling. The table was divided in half by taking out the leaf and all the connecting hardware. I cannibalized one half to get enough feet for the other to be a stand alone half table. Carried it in, set it in front of the window and I had my work space for free.
I love sitting here next to the living room so I can still be involved in conversations and keep an eye on things. I can tap out messages and work on blog posts while I cook dinner (theoretically). The window looks out over the yard and our old vintage Airstream. The half table design leaves plenty of room for all my gear without blocking up traffic areas.
The heavy, scarred oak satisfies my love of old wood but the memories ingrained there aren’t borrowed from some antique store – they’re mine. Some are happy, some sad. All of them have value and have helped to make my family and I who we are now. Like the original table we’ve had to discard some parts and put other bits to new purpose. In the end we’ve built something unique, useful and aesthetically pleasant that we can evolve with and share.