I love round tables. I grew up eating all my meals on a brightly painted, round turquoise metal patio table, that was appropriately moved indoors and raised to the status of dining room table because of it's awesomeness. It had the hole in the middle for the umbrella and everything, which we sometimes stuck candles in or accidentally dropped food through, depending. I remember the old green enamel light that hung above it, much like the antique ones I have now, and the corner bench we sat upon, upholstered with beautifully textured stripes and kilim pillows.
Building this table, I had it propped up in my dining room on a stool, with my normal table pushed aside to make space, it made me realize that I think I want a round table of my own. Some rooms just feel better with the smooth curve of such a centerpiece to soften the space, and I think my dining room is among them. It took me seeing it here to realize this.
Oh, and dear upholstery tacks, you rock. My clamps weren't even long enough to clamp around the damn table to attach the trim, but you upholstery tacks did the job in their place! Glorified little brass nails of joy. Gotta love 'em.