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This is a phenomenal table. You may not think so the first time you look at it, but let it grow on you. It’s got faux wood. Faux marble. Faux copper. Faux Bertoia. It’s got taupe.
And it comes with chairs. In fact, it’s a sibling set, being ousted from some linoleumed nook in Palm Springs that you may even be able to see when you go to pick it up. Right now, they are $100. Rationalize this by saying $60 is damn cheap for a table, and $10 a chair is a steal.
Maybe you’re not feeling it yet. That’s okay. Picture your nook. There is wood around and there are houseplants. Your laptop is there too because, be honest, the desk in your living room is for piling the mail on and that’s it. There is are no tablecloths because you, idealized future owner of this table, are not a tablecloth person.
Those glazed ceramic tumblers you wanted? The salad bowl you bought when the world went crazy for wood burl? They can be there too because this is the only vintage kitchen table in the world that works with them. You have coasters? Placemats? Layer them on. There is no over the top with this thing around. The kitchen of tomorrow wears pants and this is the right pair.
Here’s your auction; my photo credit.
Gone for months and then back with a table. I should apologize? I suspect a garden variety home blog crisis, complete with nagging threat of public journal narcissism and an annoyance in evaluating life by fitness for consumption. I’ll be back more often, or not. I hope it’s the former because I’ve liked doing this. I like the companionship, such as it is. Other bloggers, do you ever get stuck like this? Those of you who read blogs but don’t have your own, what’s your explanation for why we share what we share? What do you get out of it, really?
YAY, you’re back. Missed reading what you’re up to and am always imagining that you are baby blissed out. I remember the feeling well. I’m a horrible blogger. The worst. I have all sorts of ideas and photos and then I just harumph, figuring who really cares, anyway? The reason I blog (when I do) is to share the cool things I see and learn, the occasional cool project I’ve done, and food or animals I’ve grown, that I want people to admire. I do it for the passive companionship with like minded people who, like me, are too busy living life to write about it every day. I hope you’ll be able to make time to keep blogging! You’re one of my very faves!
I don’t write a blog, but I frickin love reading them. I learning about other people’s lives. I love the variety of getting to know how other people live, who are thousands of miles away or have completely different lifestyles or have different priorities to me. So please, keep writing about your life. I don’t have chickens or a peculiar love of odd vintage wallpaper, but I love hearing about yours.
It does look a very fetching table! I do know what you mean about the blogging hiatus! Blogging is worth it only when one has a life that is worth writing about and in order for that to happen we have to stop blogging. Was that complicated? We write to get it off our chests and if we find people who want to read it, hurrah, what a bonus!
Who cares about your followers’ needs or proper blog etiquette. Post when you feel like it. Don’t when you don’t. The honesty is what we enjoy anyways
Agreed. Don’t over-think it. Do it for you, as a way to document the little moments.
But I know what you mean, Beth. I get stuck all the time. I’m always followed around by the nagging thought that maybe I should just worry about soaking in every moment of life, instead of being preoccupied with documenting everything? And why do I care about giving people I don’t even know a look into my life? I don’t really have answers, but I do know that I feel good after I blog (kind of like journaling) and I LOVE the connections and friendships I have made via blogging. Hope you keep it up!! ♥
WE MISSED YOU!
How is the wee one??
I have missed your blog, but assumed you were busy with your young miss, husband, doggies, gardens, jobs, and LIFE!
I am not a blogger, and only read a few… but I know I could never write one. I often wonder if you end up in a “tail wagging the dog” situation…. “I’ll do this because it will be great for my blog!”
anyhoo… welcome back, we have missed you!!
Hi Beth, I love reading your blog for your turn of phrase, the beautiful and witty mastery of the language…you could write about paint drying and I would roll around in the words like freshly laundered sheets! I think there’s a downside to blogging in that it can impose a terrible performance anxiety on the blogger. One can no longer go to a grocery store, only grow your own or a farmers market will do. No one can indulge in a cheap pad Thai take out, one must construct a three course banquet prepared cheerfully and of course the noodles are made from scratch! Life is lovely but let’s not kid ourselves, the shower doesn’t clean itself and sometimes dinner is a can of tuna eaten over the kitchen sink!
Take the pressure off and write when the whim and whimsy strike…don’t fret on the subject, relish the words and keep the honesty….perfection and performance aren’t why we love you…the lense you see the world through is! x
Keep writing, and I’ll buy the kitchen table set for your home if you and your offsprings (dogs included) will drive down with me to fetch it. I still check your blog for new postings, but not very often. I as so thrilled to see this one. Please keep writing, in some venue, and share. When. Is your first book being published…
August is ALWAYS slow on my blog, but it usually picks up in September. Not this year.
The Middle Womb Fruit started Middle Womb Fruit School which is on a completely Different schedule than Baby Girl Womb Fruit who is in Elementary, dear Watson. So the whole day I feel like I’m dropping one off to rush back and drop the other off and then rinse, and repeat.
My blog is really feeling the neglect. I’m baking a LOT, but haven’t even had time to post those.
heyo beth. i hear you. i totally hear you. as much as i enjoy reading (and writing) blogs, i can’t help but often feel like many of us are trying to prove that our cooler-than-martha-stewart selves are worthy of mass public consumption, approval and envy, replete with pictures of our meals, floral arrangements, homes and creative ventures. it’s a highly curated life, and for who? do we need to validate our own worth and cater to our own insecurities by presenting our life to strangers (and friends) as this beautiful thing to be desired? it’s enough to make any intelligent blogger shove it off and live life for real, instead of living life as you’d wish to present it through an online window.
that being said, i keep writing.
what do i get out of it? honestly, my blog is a selfish, personal practice in writing and photography. this all doesn’t need to be online to be validated, of course, but it holds me accountable to an audience and keeps me at it. it’s incredibly satisfying to look back on blog posts from 2 years ago and see how my writing and photography skills have progressed, and how my life and what i find interesting or valuable has progressed as well.
hope you keep writing. or not. whatever feels right to you. but thank you for sharing.
“evaluating life by fitness for consumption.”
yes.
that is why ive stopped taking my camera everywhere. But i cheat with instagram…
I always feel this tug of war and it can be so frustrating. That being said, never for a moment has your blog felt like you were giving it too much thought. it just feels honest and joyful and that’s why I read it.
I write because I am far from my family, I don’t know why I write…I have always been obsessed with taking photos and documenting life, since I was small. I think it is why I love painting portraits too.