Well, friends, the “world’s biggest sewing table”, which I impulsively started to build last Sunday, is almost done. I’ve trimmed the sides in decorative molding, sanded it down, stained it, and applied many coats of polyurethane. The house is nice and stinky, we’ve surely lost a few brain cells (who needs them, anyway?), but as of this evening the surface should be dry enough for me to set my sewing machine down and give it a go.
The legs are not staying the way they are. I don’t like how stark white they are against the pretty wood top, but I still need to decide exactly what I want to do about them. The tiled floor is uneven, so I need to add legs that are adjustable, or else modify the current legs to be so.