Continuing on from yesterday…I recall taking this photo in order to show the simple yet powerful message on the “remember to breathe” button. Now that I look at it again after over two years I am reminded of the story of how I came upon the dining table.
I waited several months before starting to look for a new dining table. Because my new home was about half the size of the one I left I knew that I would need to sell or give away much of what I owned, including dining room and living room furniture.
In my new home needed a dining set that was unique, functional and practical. I found this table made of reclaimed railway ties from Ireland and loved it immediately. It came with four chairs, and I chose two black and two burgundy. The salesman kept asking me if I was sure! There were two burgundy available, and many black chairs, but I liked the mix rather than all black. All black is too predictable.
I have always loved wooden objects — furniture, fruit bowls, real wood bookshelves rather than particle board. I remember large shiny tables in Thailand made from a single portion of teak trees, polished with thick coats of varnish. My table has knots and holes and lumps and dips. It is so authentic and beautiful.
Reclaimed wood allows the wood that has served its purpose but is no longer useful or strong enough to continue in that purpose, to be given a new life and a new purpose. I think you can see where I am going with that….
Reflections 