It's not everyday one's husband shoulders the chainsaw & announces he's off to make a coffee table (from beach logs)I tweeted this the other day, and then later was able to put my tea on this
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which, as you can see, also offers itself up as a handy spot for a palette
just as the "side table" is handy for resting a book on
The newest member of the suite, a near twin to the side table pictured above, is the one Paul carved on the weekend, and is currently waiting for its newly applied surface to cure.
My footstool/coffee table though, I wanted left in the rawest state, to fully manifest some of its history. The rings testify to its years growing in some rainforest within reach of the Coast, while the pebbles driven into its rough ends record its escape from a boom on its way to a mill, as well as mark its years on beaches like ours. Like the feet that will rest on it over the next decade or so, it deserves some time in the sun.