Literally, a chat about coffee tables.
In a large living room, they are the centerpiece. The furniture your guests can put drinks on. The place to put pretty art books and cute candles. For those with children, the place children color (preferably coloring books and not the table), climb all over and generally help create the aged, distressed look so popular nowadays.
We had one of those. We still do, hiding out in the basement until we get have a living room large enough to contain it or children old enough to not destroy it. Coffee tables. Currently, we don't have one. We use an ottoman. This way, we don't have to get angry when the children sit on it.
This is our current coffee table.
(I'm not taking a picture of YOU honey, I'm taking a picture of the ottoman.)
Mother never lies.
But for real, are those not some of the scrawniest gangliest legs ever? I think that's all he is now, scrawny chicken leg boy. There really isn't much else to him. Just bones and knees and elbows.
Anyhow. It's not just an ottoman. It's an ottoman with Purpose.
We're big Mario fans in this household. Except Super Mario Galaxy. We find that one mostly frustrating. By We I mean my Turbo Boy. Not me. I have gotten to be quite an expert at catching the bunnies and star pieces...
Anyhoo. The point is, this is our coffee table/ottoman/storage because it's the only thing that works for us.
One day I like to imagine the children will be beyond distressing our furniture.
One day we'll be able to lug the ole distressed coffee table out.
One day, I will have a blog filled with pictures of lovely living room covered in white upholstery and decorated with delicate candles and art books.
Until then, I'll have to accept that most of my household decor is faux-everything from Target, our candles are big lugs of wax that mostly no one gets hurt by and our upholstery is a washable twill that is not white.
This way, we don't have to be angry when the children distress it.