So many wonderful things happen at this table. It is the place where I write, create, bead, draw, read, open gifts, open mail, rest flowers, study, wine & dine. It is the heart of my home. It is my studio. It is the heart of my creative soul. It is a gathering place for love, for friends & for family. It opens long & wide like a welcoming smile. It is weathered & cracked but as solid as a heart of gold. It is my field of dreams and my mountain high, my shelter and my escape. It is my domain. My kitchen table is everything to me.
