So yes, have been wanting a good drawing table. Yesterday I noted one for a song. I figured it was probably a piece of crap but since it was close to my sisters, I figured while I was down there I might as well go take a look at it.
The lady of the house seemed harried and distracted with a slew of drooly kids but pleased when I asked to see the drafting table.
"Oh, I've wanted to get rid of it. I thought the kids would maybe draw on it but they weren't interested. She'd acquired it with the house, she knew nothing of its history. It's just taking up space."
She opened up the garage and I immediately opened up my wallet.
It was obviously hand crafted by someone who knew what they were doing. It reminded me of something my grandfather might have built. It was STURDY, rugged, well made, though not especially beautiful and made well enough to function. The wood wasn't sanded or varnished or anything "finished." They just made a well working drafting table...and then called it GOOD enough. Just like my grandpa. Just like my dad.
This impression was even more reinforced as it became apparent I would have to unscrew the thing in order to get it to fit into Friday.
Even with all the screws in the base out it still stood there just as strong and sturdy as before. I felt bad about doing it and wrapped the parts I would have to hit in a towel so it wouldn't damage the wood and finally had to knock some pieces apart with a sledgehammer.
Today I took the pieces of the base and the tabletop to my folks house so my dad could please router the edges. I opened up the back of my car and showed my parents and they both mildly flipped out.
As we worked on it my dad told me I had at least a hundred bucks worth of lumber in this drafting table. I am planning on sanding it and putting a fruitwood oil stain on it before I put it all back together.
And what did I pay for this gorgeous, handmade, beautifully crafted, oak drafting table?