Made in China

So I actually did something today, unlike yesterday when I sat on my butt all day and rotted my brain with daytime soap operas. (I can feel myself getting dumber with each hour of inanity viewed.) And I am just flabbergasted by some of the looks of the performers -- I don't mean in a "ooooh, he's cute kind of way" but more in the "eeeewww... looks like a walking Ken doll -- actually, he looks MORE plastic than a Ken doll." And the female performers are unfortunately poster children for why Botox and plastic surgery are not necessarily beneficial. Ick.

So above, my console table, assembled and empty. It looks pretty nice from afar. Closer up, you can see some of the tiny dings and warps in the veneer, but hey, what can you expect for something that costs about the same as a medium-priced NYC 3-course dinner, with booze and tip (i.e., less than 3 digits).

Below, it's almost full already. Whoa. (The books on top are from the library.) Behind, you can see pillows from my couch peeking out. The table is just one inch deeper/longer than my couch, exactly as planned. Excellent!

And now, I am off to have dinner with my friend Ellen. Ciao! (pun intended)