It starts with this table. I told them what I wanted weeks ago, and they were so proud of this table.
I hated it with an unabiding passion.
It was so wrong.


You wont see it, I hated it so much. It was all I could do not not to take a hammer to it myself. This is the guys taking it down. Note, the Irish crew is history.

They built what looked like a cattle fence against my kitchen wall, taking up valuable leg room and fugly as hell underneath. Worse yet, they had drilled holes in the table top, rendering it useless and irretrevably and unnecessarily ugly.



I had to tell them what I wanted in absolute terms- impossible to get it wrong.
Rachel
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