HOW TO MAKE WOODEN TABLES - MAKE WOODEN TABLES

How To Make Wooden Tables

HOW TO MAKE WOODEN TABLES – PATIO BAR TABLES – COFFEE TABLES WITH STORAGE SPACE.

How To Make Wooden Tables

how to

Providing detailed and practical advice
A how-to or a how to is an informal, often short, description of how to accomplish some specific task. A how-to is usually meant to help non-experts, may leave out details that are only important to experts, and may also be greatly simplified from an overall discussion of the topic.
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Practical advice on a particular subject; that gives advice or instruction on a particular topic

wooden

Stiff and awkward in movement or manner
(woodenly) ungraciously: without grace; rigidly; “they moved woodenly”
made or consisting of (entirely or in part) or employing wood; “a wooden box”; “an ancient cart with wooden wheels”
Made of wood
lacking ease or grace; “the actor’s performance was wooden”; “a wooden smile”
Like or characteristic of wood

tables

Postpone consideration of
(table) a piece of furniture having a smooth flat top that is usually supported by one or more vertical legs; “it was a sturdy table”
Present formally for discussion or consideration at a meeting
(table) a set of data arranged in rows and columns; “see table 1”
(table) postpone: hold back to a later time; “let’s postpone the exam”

make

engage in; “make love, not war”; “make an effort”; “do research”; “do nothing”; “make revolution”
The manufacturer or trade name of a particular product
brand: a recognizable kind; “there’s a new brand of hero in the movies now”; “what make of car is that?”
give certain properties to something; “get someone mad”; “She made us look silly”; “He made a fool of himself at the meeting”; “Don’t make this into a big deal”; “This invention will make you a millionaire”; “Make yourself clear”
The making of electrical contact
The structure or composition of something

I just got home from what seemed like the longest night of my life. I had sat down to watch a movie with my parents and eat dinner, and the neighbor slams on the door telling us my grandmother has fallen. We run outside, she’s on the side of the road. Tess screaming her lungs out and telling me she has blood on her hands. She’d been bringing Tess home from her house, and had fallen, Tess holding her hand and running back and fourth screaming for someone. 911 was dialed and I spent until 2:30 this morning in the emergency room. She fractured two vertebrae in her neck, right under her skull. Had cat scans, and tests run, and the entire time I sat there I thought of everything she’s done for me in my life and how I’d never be able to repay her for all the love and things she’s taught me. When I was little my mom would go to work and she’d watch me. She’d make my favorite meal almost all the time. Ham, potato, peas and corn as I watched movies in the living room like Cinderella and Whinnie the Pooh. She’d call my name and I’d run in and shake my grandfathers arm and we’d all huddle around the table in the kitchen to eat and talk. She had a huge mailbox in her living room that when I was little, I could fit in. I’d sit in it, like a little hiding spot and shut my eyes and hide away because her house was my home away from home. I love the smell of her, and my grandfathers artwork that graces the wall and how she speaks so highly of him. I love her soft hands and her multicolored sweaters she wears everyday. I love the big chair in her living room that I’d sit with her and read in. I love how she used to want to read me a book set she had gotten me and I never wanted to sit and listen. I loved when I was little and running around the art shows my grandmother and grandfather worked at and feeling like I was a part of something magical and exciting. I miss the fancy easter dresses she’d buy me, or the smile she’d give me when I sent her mail via the post office when she lived in the next house over. My grandfather had made me wooden blocks and we’d build towers together and I’d lay on the floor in the evening while they watched the news. I liked how she used to tell me the little indents in my hands where “birds nests” and she’d say rhymes about my little girl toes as she counted each one.

She always talks about how beautiful she used to be, and every time she does I want to hold her hand and tell her she’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.

This is just a shot of Alexa sitting next to her bed.

EDIT: this was several days ago

Metal top table underside – In case you are wondering what the hell is all this is for – I want to make a new base for this table but we have to accomodate the support structure for the table top. al

leaf support mechanism – angle view