Alex Vervoodt, Wabi Sabi and the little woodwormed table

The movers have been and gone

My treasured possesions are now on the high seas

slowly making ther way across the ocean again.

We are living a spartan/glamping existence

for our final days in the city of New York

and you know what,

 I like it

Less stuff means less tidying up

Less noise

This also coincides with my recent purchase of

 this beautiful book

and some further research into the japanese philosophy of

Wabi Sabi

(this is a great piece about it)

I feel like I found my soul

 I cannot get enough of the scrubbed wooden floors, Does anyone have floors like this in their home?

Some years ago a little house in the local village was being demolished

I looked in through the windows and saw an old cracked belfast sink

after a little detective work I got in touch with the owner who told me to go in and take anything I like

I recovered a little desk, some old iron hooks

a mirror, the beflast sink

and a small woodwormed table.

I treated the table, to halt its destruction and set it in my kitchen

I texted Mr HJD who was away travelling:

Is there something wrong with loving a little woodwormed table THIS much

I sat and stared at it for days

I rubbed the worn patina on its face and traced the woodwormed furrows with my fingers

So now, in one week,

I return to my little woodwormed table

and the old familiar patina of my life in a little village in the middle of Ireland

and while the hottest new restaurant will not be opening
their next outpost there, any time soon........

I can't wait.

x

H

All Images from Alex Vervoodt Wabi Interiors