I don't care how heavy this table is or how unwieldy it might be to carry it while trying to run out of a burning building, it goes where I go! Right after I got married, I saw a photograph of a fabulous coffee table in a high end design catalog. I just fell in love with the table's architectural details. I ripped the page out of the catalog and put it on our refrigerator, just to drool over, because we could never have afforded it. One day the page disappeared and I forgot about the table.
Unbeknownst to me, my husband had taken it and was using it as an inspiration to make me a (more beautiful) table, working undercover in our garage. He cut out over 100 little dentils for the little square details, and applied each individually. He designed and cut four different layers of molding for the trims. We didn't have any money and couldn't afford any good wood, so he used discarded scrap plywood for the top and trims, and ugly duckling 4 x 4 deck posts for the legs...the cheapest wood he could find. And he turned them into something beautiful.
That was a long time ago. Half of the paint has worn away now and there are lots of battlescars on the table, including the little marks made by my son's two front teeth when he tried to take a bite out of a corner. I cherish this table for many reasons; its humble beginnings, the way it always reminds me how much my husband loves me, the history it catalogues on every surface.