A Second Sunday. An Eleventh Month.
Butter yellow formica isn’t a material you see everyday. Unless you’re at my house. Our dining room table is butter yellow formica, with metal trim and dark wood legs. We bought it at an architectural salvage store in Baltimore for $60. We love that table, and have had many a great conversation and hearty laugh around it. Here’s to many more.
A beautiful, related essay: The Families We Choose.
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- Will and Erika: chocolate tasting for dessert!
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- Gathered around the butter yellow formica.
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- Taps on the porch. Beer from Fremont Brewing Co.
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- Jay and Stacey.
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- Grilled salmon.
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- Ann!
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- Ann and Chris.
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- Ann has the most impeccable taste. White overalls and great shoes from Camper.
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- Oslo, waiting for crumbs to fall.
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- Andrew and Olga.
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- Andrew and Aaron, trying to get a good shot of Oslo.
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- The Welcoming Wall.
These days, tables have come to represent a surface where sustenance and creation come together – a place to wonder and to solve problems, to probe and to redefine our roles. It stands as a symbol of our connectedness with each other and with ourselves: We come to eat, we stay to dine. In this way, the table has become a site where our lives play out and where we draw ideas and narratives into existence. How we set the table, how we spend time at the table and who we choose to share the table with directly reflects the way we live away from the table – change one, and you’ll inevitably change the other. – Kinfolk, Issue 18: The Family Issue
Second Sundays, November 2015: Ann, Erika, Olga, Alex, Stacey, Jay, Aaron, Andrew, and Callie, Will, Oslo and Mies (Hosts). Video below also from Kinfolk, Issue 18: The Family Issue.