When Evan and I were first dating, one of the things that I was most impressed with is that he made things. Useful things, with his hands. It was during the last couple months of his undergraduate studies (in architecture at VT), and he was finishing up a beautiful red cabinet he had made from salvaged bookshelf doors from a building he had helped restore the previous summer. (Commence swooning.) After we had dated a month or so, he noticed an offhand comment I made about a ring I admired, so he headed over to the metal shop at school and made me one. He had built his dog a crate (back when the 120-pound brute was a pup) that literally was nicer than any piece of furniture I had to my name at the time. He could whip up a piece of furniture like it was a batch of cookies. No problem!
A couple months ago, we needed to sell a three-piece living room suite to make room for other furniture upstairs. The loveseat and chair were in my office, so that left a bare spot we intended to fill with…something. While visiting IKEA, Evan mentioned if I wanted to buy a table pedastal or legs, he had some scrap wood in the garage he could use for the top. Since we had recently replaced our dining room chairs, I had three extra indoor-outdoor chairs that would work perfectly. So like that, we had a lovely work table with three chairs using things we already had.
Every time I see that little table my heart goes pitter patter. And I can just imagine myself sitting up at night after the kids are asleep, working on something fun with my hands and paper, or the sewing machine, or writing. If I ever had a night that I wasn’t tied to my computer and desk, that is. (Notice part of the red cabinet in the background. It won my heart, that cabinet.)
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