Some things in life are reserved for children. Pee-pee dances, ice-cream trucks, and fort building just don’t draw as much of an adult crowd.
On second thought, that is debatable, as I sit here envisioning the fort I built last year for *ahem* studying purposes. Success rates are low for actual “studying,” especially when embraced by blankets and a box of celebration cookies are within arm’s reach (just as an FYI). And you know what, if an ice-cream truck were to parade down my street at this very moment, the primal urge to leap through my house would overcome me, alerting any and all roommates as the sweet, melodic tune drags me by the ear to its menu.
When all is said and done, and I’ve managed to devour a chocolate fudge ice cream bar with zero stains, I’ll think about heading back inside as a nineteen year old. My homework, at the very least, will snidely greet me.
And yet, there are other moments where that child and young adult fuse into one glorious creation. Call me, “Swing Table.”
The most divine creation of all tables. My inner-child is jumping for joy whilst wiping the chocolate remains off her cheeks (it is a stark white, after all), and my literal-aged self is sighing in content serenity, imagining a spread of crepes atop the surface.
The foundation for this idea is mostly laid in whimsy and child-like playfulness, and yet the outcome is both refined and stately. A walnut surface set against the swaying chairs is reminiscent of the modernities of design embracing traditional roots. Nature embracing what it has led to.
I don’t want to get too philosophical on you here, but at the very least, I feel as though this piece demonstrates that neither nature nor modernity is ignoring the other. In that fusion, we find a piece of furniture that cannot help but to tempt my child-like, yet oh-so-mature eyes.
Find at Fancy.
This weekend couldn’t have come sooner, on a side note.
What I hope to accomplish is highly academic.
Come to me, pumpkin meringue pie. I shall treat you well.
Oh, how I love it when I find a new cooking blog that I can devour with my eyes.
Mmm, spiced cream filling. The golden edges are reminiscent of the TOWER of pancakes I made this morning. That tends to happen when one does not take note of the servings size. Three pancakes envisioned. Eleven made.
No regrets.
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