When I worked in an office, one friend who knew me long before we started working together there used to tease me about the “after 4 Mel,” the girl not many people knew who wasn’t reserved, who left her suit crumpled up on the floor in exchange for a pair of ripped cargo pants and a stained tank top, and who didn’t care if she acted like a total tool.
As much as I learned from those years at that job, I’m the happiest when I’m creating and building. And while I’m still reserved around a lot of people, those who do know me well know how I’ll predictably jump up and down with glee and clap my hands like a two-year-old when they drop off pallets or a wood slab that they found. It’s like Christmas morning every day.
Not all wood slabs are created equal. No, they are not. When visiting with neighbors a few weeks ago, I tried to hide the fact that I was drooling at their woodpile and twitching at the sight of an unusually shaped cherry slab at the bottom of the pile.
“Oh no, Mel,” Chris warned, seeing the crazy look in my eyes and slightly psychotic smile on my face.
“Just one…” I bargained. I then asked our friends if I could have one of those slabs, which was just going to meet an untimely death in their fire pit anyways. They conceded, and behold, it was mine. Chris moved the rest of the pile off the slab that was calling my name as I clapped with glee.
And then….THEN I saw the other slab. Of course, that slab had originally been on the top of the pile, so that meant it was now on the bottom of the heavy stack of wood that Chris had just moved.
Chris knows that, when it comes to his wife, diamonds are not a girl’s best friend. Diamonds just get in the way of power tools. The key to his wife’s happiness is walking home with two huge slabs of cherry under each arm, with his wife skipping merrily beside him, clapping and giggling wildly with glazed eyes as she pondered internally what she’d create.
These cherry end tables (both are @ 18″ long x 20″ tall) are the product of a bit of vision + logs + sanding + poly, the generosity of two wonderful neighbors, and the brute strength of an understanding husband.
Cherry slab end tables: $20 each