My boots died.
Yeah. I mean, clearly, they have been dead for a while now, but when the carpenters and electricians started teasing me about my shoddy foot attire, I knew it was definitely time to replace.
No more teasing. I got me some real work boots! These babies will last me ten years. Such lovely, lovely leather. But. It's. Not. Soft.
So in my painful new boots I built another table base.