I suppose technically it's four things, because it's a table plus a bench and two chairs, purchased in 2000 from Pier 1 Imports when we were outfitting our apartment in Chicago. We've been lugging it around with us ever since, and I have stubbornly resisted any suggestion that we trade it in for something smaller.
Here's why I love it:
- It's just so...sturdy. It's hefty. It's chunky. It's this incredibly robust thing. The table top is several inches thick, and the bench is similarly massive. They both stand on these cross-shaped legs that make them almost look as if they were stolen from a campsite.
- The lovely dark colour of the wood. Almost black, but not quite, and very reminsicent of the dark wood trim I so adore around the windows and doorways in a classic old Chicago apartment.
- The table is just crazily broad You can have all these things going on at once -- a baby eating at one end, a kid playing dolls halfway down, me reading a book at the other end, and maybe a radio perched on the side playing music for us all. And still acres of space to spare.
It's not something I'd necessarily embroider on a potholder, but I really think every house needs to have a really good table at its heart -- a place for everyone to meet, to dump their stuff, to occasionally overload with junk until someone finally snaps and clears the damn thing.
And so, Pier 1 table, I salute you!
Here's a (rather dark) photo...
And a drawing of me hugging the aforementioned furniture item. (Drawn, rather oddly, while I was at a cafe and hence did not have the table to use as a model. It's surely a testament to how much I love the table that I managed to capture the thing pretty darn closely...)