I spotted the tile coffee table at the Salvation Army on Tuesday and returned to purchase it yesterday. It's hand made and weighs a ton. The wood is beautiful. At first I wasn't too keen on the tiles, but after sleeping on it I realized that it was perfect. That no one else snagged it I took as a sign. I would have been crushed if it had not been there when I returned to the store. Ordinarily I don't get too worked up about missing out on a thrift store item, but that little internal blinding light went off as I awoke yesterday, and in a panic back to the store I rushed. I had been scouring craiglist and the thrift stores for weeks in an attempt to find the right table, and I have two misfires to show for it. Even so, the three tables I ended up purchasing came in way less than any new table that I was remotely interested in. I will admit, however, that I have got to start listening to the little voice that tells me when a piece isn't quite right for the space. Every time I deny that voice an audience I almost surely regret it. Patience, Noel, patience.
The pictures are kind of dark because I took them late yesterday afternoon in available light. That and I intentionally wanted them to be a bit grainy so as not to reveal too much (dirt and the mess just outside the frame). The room is still unfinished, but I believe most of the major elements to be in place.
Below is a picture of what my living room looked like earlier this year.
Yeah, I think the new version is improved. I'll try to get some more pictures up this week.
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