My Fabulous Table, Part I

First of all, I want to kiss all of you smack on the mouth who said you wanted to hear more about and see the table. YOU ARE MY PEOPLE!

Second, hello? I am decorating my new house from top to bottom, one of the greatest joys in life! (At least, to me.) Why am I not sharing all that here! Prepare yourself for photos of wallpaper samples and paint chips. I beg you to tell me to stop when it’s too much.

So I wrote about my table for Tue/Night this week. Actually, I wrote more about why the table is so important, than the table itself, but that will come soon, I promise.

Tomorrow I receive deliveries for not one, not two, but THREE new pieces of furniture. I will finally have closure on monthslong delayed gratification: a grand, new sofa (modern sectional with velvety fabric, mmmm), a rustic wood cabinet to go with my table and a rustic iron-legged desk to go with the cabinet and the table. The desk and cabinet will complete my workstation, and I will, at last, have a big, giant U that can handle all my hobbies and interests, and I will twist from one project to the other in my weathered, industrial pale-yellow metal chair with the twisty stool top I can adjust to the varying heights of the U of Creativity.

I’m excited beyond words. How thrilling to finally have a place to let all the projects I want to do sit and wait for me to engage, glinting at me from their corner when I’m laying in bed at night tallying up the day.

Huzzah! But I dally: Sally forth to the table!

About stacy

I am a writer, author, mother, former magazine editor (last at Redbook), optimist, and, above all, a searcher. I'm still searching for whom I'm really meant to be, after a series of very jarring losses: a divorce and house disaster that led to a book (Falling Apart In One Piece); a week after the book came out, my parents suddenly fell gravely ill, I resigned from my job (and, apparently, my career), my son went into crisis, my parents then rapidly died four weeks apart, and my boyfriend (who had moved in with me and my son just weeks before the book came out) began the painful journey of realizing we couldn't make our relationship work (that story unfolded on this blog). Since then I've been trying to figure out what's next. Or, in other words, how to fill in the blanks.
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3 Responses to My Fabulous Table, Part I

  1. Sandra says:

    Your enthusiasm is infectious! Love it…

  2. Rita says:

    I love this and am so excited for you! We re-designed our family room this summer, and part of the re-design was a little desk space where I can, if need be, leave a sewing machine (or other such hobbyish tool) out for an extended time. Near it is a clear counter-top, where I can spread things out. On Monday, for the first time in many, many months (OK, years), I started and finished a project. I designed and sewed a pillow cover. I know, not life- or world-changing. But I felt really frickin’ awesome after getting it done. It was so nice to lose myself in that kind of task.

  3. stacy says:

    That’s fabulous! Photo, please? Is there a photo of it on your site? But seriously, this stuff MATTERS. We spend too much time in our heads and on our to-do lists (and on our computers, GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY), instead of in Create mode. We are creative beings and making things from our head and with our hands is simply more necessary than we know. Jeez, how did we get so far from that? For Words With Friends? (Again: GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY.)

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