I completed the pattern on this big guy a while ago, and did a teensy bit of procrastination when it came to building the base. Partly, because I loved that mural-of-a-table-top hanging on my wall and would have liked it there forever, partly because I was freaked out about how much it might weigh when taking it down, and partly... well, most of it was the latter. Remember how I once told you that the freight elevator only goes to floor five, while we're conveniently located on floor six? Yes, so it was pretty clear there would be at least two sets of fifteen foot cement stairs to navigate down before we got to that oh-so-accessible floor five. A scary thought.
So I wrangled up some very willing guys and the six of us barely made it down alive, ten foot table top in tow, manhandled somehow onto the creaking backs of these men and wrestled into the steep hallway, a hallway of sharp edges and a long way to fall. I had a stomach ache. Of course, the table wouldn't make it around the corner on level five... nor on level four... So down it went, slowly, to level three -- where the freight elevator sat waiting like it was mocking my obviously silly decision to rent a studio on floor six. Silly me.
So thank you commissionees of this ginormous table, it was so much fun to tackle it's daunting size and pattern, and I taught myself a ton along the way. I hope you enjoy many-a-meal gathered around her, and don't have too much trouble passing the peas!
Oh, and have I mentioned that I've suddenly fallen in love with cacti? Yes. Desperately so.
Fellow cactiholic Amelie just updated her awesome basebalaholic letterpress site. Go see!
I'd like some cacti like these, please and thank you.
But for now I'm starting with this one.
And this one.