The work table itself was my grandma's kitchen table, medium size with a drawer and a white enamel top. I remember well having huge bowls of porridge when we had sleep overs. I remember my grandpa having a coffee before my dad would come pick him up and they would go to work together while my sister and I stayed. Grandma's house was quiet, I remember. And days were spent with colouring books and walks.
Now the table sees my work again, so many years later.