A table of one's own.

I don't really need a whole room.

Just a table.

And yesterday, after a week of re-arranging furniture, making a playroom, moving CC's crib to Esther's room and 2 trips to Ikea, it happened.

My table.

Mine.

I can write, craft, scrapbook or whatever. Mama like.

p.s. The new and improved playroom.