I have fallen in love with this turned wood table from West Elm. Especially paired with such graphic chairs, I think it looks soft and elegant, yet sturdy and compact. Nothing is wasted, but it still feels decorated. I bet it would make a perfect breakfast nook in a tiny apartment.
Can you tell my impending move has me fantasizing about a Tumbleweed home again? Something about packing up my house every year or so always makes me want to chuck it all except for a few perfectly made pieces and live in blissful stuff-lessness. But then my magpie collector self discovers things and brings them home. I can't be the only one with this eternal struggle. How do you balance too much, too little and just right?
P.S) Did you see the 30 Rock where Liz tests her relationship by taking her boyfriend to buy a table at Ikea? That scene inspired this post's title, which I hope means that I am soft, elegant, yet sturdy and compact. Ha! What does your table say about you?