Once upon a time, there was a table… It was handmade for a family of seven, and it was the little table that could.  It could seat at least ten when you squished together a little.  It could hold a ton of schoolbooks, all spread out.  It could handle the mess of play-doh and paint.  (They both make me cringe a little.  Ain’t gonna lie.)  It was my sweet, farmhouse table. But then I played musical rooms, and decided the dining room should be a living room (again.)  The table traveled around a bit (literally,) and…