There is nothing I love more than a full table. Coffee tables, card tables, picnic tables, dinner table, altar tables. Nothing fills my heart with gladness like a table bursting at the seams. My Nana was the same way in her heyday. She loved a full table, and our coffee table, that too-large round table above, that was hers. Older than me, and having traveled from Texas to Arkansas when Nana ... View Post