This coffee table has become a symbol of new beginnings. My new apartment is virtually empty due to what I would not necessarily qualify as sheer apathy or financial constraint but more of a series of questionable life choices made as a single and middle/aged dog mom. I believed the addition of this coffee table would add a focal point not only for the living room but a point of reference in which to motivate myself to add furniture to my world in general, as Im basically living as a fancy squatter that pays rent. After losing all of my furniture in my divorce to my evil and manipulative ex/husband, I simply could not be bothered to replace it. Ive focused my expendable spending on exercise equipment, fad diets, and the wardrobe for my beloved tiny dog. This is where Ive reached the conclusion that there is an overlying issue of adult functionality. I am now grasping to reach the point where there is somewhere for another human being to sit, a place for potential dinner guests to eat, and BINGO!! A for a vase full of fresh flowers and thats where this coffee table enters into this game of life! (There is a slight caveat in that my apartment is decidedly haunted. The paranormal activity experienced thus far has in no way affected to composition or functionality of the coffee table.) This coffee table is completely transparent in its mission. Its not ugly but also is not going to blend in with any existing of an individual that has a sense of fashion or far be it, any sort of history in interior design. Its not sturdy as my tiny dog can move it by himself (This is also not his fault, hes not used to having furniture and Im sure he has a need to test those boundaries.) I am not a large person but I also would not trust it to hold any significant weight. I highly recommend this to anyone that has found themself in a peculiar mid/life situation, a dorm room, and/or transitioning out of lessness. (I do not intend any disrespect to the recently less, Im just illustrating that Im positive it would work for your situation.) I am not without hope and I am excited to see what the future of this not so empty apartment will hold for my tiny dog, my ghost, and myself!
Its a 30 COFFEE TABLE!!
This coffee table has become a symbol of new beginnings. My new apartment is virtually empty due to what I would not necessarily qualify as sheer apathy or financial constraint but more of a series of questionable life choices made as a single and middle/aged dog mom. I believed the addition of this coffee table would add a focal point not only for the living room but a point of reference in which to motivate myself to add furniture to my world in general, as Im basically living as a fancy squatter that pays rent. After losing all of my furniture in my divorce to my evil and manipulative ex/husband, I simply could not be bothered to replace it. Ive focused my expendable spending on exercise equipment, fad diets, and the wardrobe for my beloved tiny dog. This is where Ive reached the conclusion that there is an overlying issue of adult functionality. I am now grasping to reach the point where there is somewhere for another human being to sit, a place for potential dinner guests to eat, and BINGO!! A for a vase full of fresh flowers and thats where this coffee table enters into this game of life! (There is a slight caveat in that my apartment is decidedly haunted. The paranormal activity experienced thus far has in no way affected to composition or functionality of the coffee table.) This coffee table is completely transparent in its mission. Its not ugly but also is not going to blend in with any existing of an individual that has a sense of fashion or far be it, any sort of history in interior design. Its not sturdy as my tiny dog can move it by himself (This is also not his fault, hes not used to having furniture and Im sure he has a need to test those boundaries.) I am not a large person but I also would not trust it to hold any significant weight. I highly recommend this to anyone that has found themself in a peculiar mid/life situation, a dorm room, and/or transitioning out of lessness. (I do not intend any disrespect to the recently less, Im just illustrating that Im positive it would work for your situation.) I am not without hope and I am excited to see what the future of this not so empty apartment will hold for my tiny dog, my ghost, and myself!