![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Today is a nice day. Also? Buy my table.
After being out of town last weekend and having tunnel vision with getting ready for my first gig since burning man, having some time to chill out at home today has been really really nice. We did get up and go meet S4's family for breakfast for his sister's birthday, and then browsed the thrift store next door with his brother and brother's girlfriend. His brother's girl was a friend of mine in college and is super hilarious and cool, so looking through crazy thrift store stuff with her was way fun. One item stood out above all others- there was a chips and salsa bowl there shaped like a sombrero. There was a little bowl for the salsa in the middle, but it was covered up. The only way to gain access to it was to press a little red button. When you pushed the button, the top of the bowl slid open, along with a loud, 4-bit mariachi song that lasted about 10 seconds. When it was done, the bowl quickly closed up again. I started crying I was laughing so hard at the ridiculousness of this thing. It would have been so incredibly perfect for Azure's going away party when he went to Mexico, along with the Samba d'Amigo. I was imagining people at a party all poised and ready with their chip so they could quick get some salsa in the incredibly brief mariachi-laden window of opportunity.
After that we went home and hung around and cleaned up.
After that we went to Ikea, where we ran into three people we knew, contemplated solutions for modern living that were out of our price range, ended up choosing something different that was more in our price range, and then found that exact item in the scratch 'n' dent section for half off. Score! We now have a stainless steel project table and it makes me really really happy. Still need wardrobes. And S4 saw a couch combo that we thought would be really nice. One day, when we have some more monies. In the meantime, I decided that I hate our couch's slipcover enough to want to do something about it. We'll see how that goes.
So, now that we have this other table, I'm finally starting to get over my attachment to my kitchen table. It's a great table, but it doesn't really fit in our place. (Our place is one room that's long and narrow, so it'd make much more sense for us to have a kitchen table that's rectangular, if we get a replacement at all.) It's solid wood (oak, I think) with a light stain. It has a leaf. Without the leaf it's round. The base is a pedestal with carved claw feet. If anyone remembers when hexagonalcarbon and I lived together, it's that table; I got it from my aunt. After we beat the finish on it to shit by leaving cutting boards with pools of water underneath them for too long, and errantly thinking it was a suitable flat surface for putting thaad's 'hawk up with extra strength aquanet, my grandpa took the table to his basement workshop and refinished it for me. (I never told him about the mohawk business, though.) My grandpa was really great, and he's dead now, so I'm kind of attached to the table not just 'cause I think it's a pretty table, but because it was such a nice thing that he did to refinish it for me after I ruined it with my carelessness. Now that it's refinished, it's in
no subject