Aesthetically, I hate it. Practically, I adore it. I bought this chunky, oversized coffee table six years ago. It fit my suburban home, but more importantly, it fit my future. One son old already enough to dance on tables. More kids joining his dance party in the future. I wanted toy storage and train table by day, TV snack surface by night.
It's really too big for our new (old) house in town, but its rugged build is still an absolute necessity. Someday I'll commission my brother to build something with more elegant proportions...and I'll put some paint on the walls...and hang some pictures. Until then, practicality R us.
(And 365 confession: photo taken the morning after day 125. Had another can't-touch-the-camera, uninspired day. C'est la vie, eh?)