when i was back in bemidji this spring my dad introduced me to his lumber collection—stacks of planks and pieces from native trees that he has cut, dried, and collected over the years. he had just made a beautiful table with his friend allen from a cross section of a tree and i asked him to save a slice for me if he ever came across another nice section. within days i got a phone call that allen had just found the perfect piece of local black ash with a big, beautiful burl if i wanted it. before i could scream YES it was sanded and lacquered and ready for legs. i ordered a couple of hairpins i found via kate’s blog, and my dad attached them as soon as they arrived.
last week, my mom wrapped the table in a vintage woolen mills blanket secured with duct tape and shipped it to michigan with my friend katy. it's the nicest piece of furniture i’ve ever owned.