There’s a magical place not so far away that I make a pilgrimage to every year or so (though I’ve gotten to go TWICE this year; whoa!). It’s a place filled with Swedish meatballs, Lingonberry jam, flat packed monstrosities, claustrophobia, and a scent that can only be identified by it’s name: IKEA.
My big goal for this journey to Schaumburg? A new cutting table!
Here’s my current cutting situation. A folding table in the basement:
I left the mess from my Mini Wardrobe so you could see my piggy shame, just like my last post. And this is after picking most of the scraps up along the way…
I only had two criteria for my new cutting table:
1. Must fit my 3×5′ cutting mat
2. Needs to be at least 36″ tall for ergonomic cutting (AKA fewer backaches).
As you can see, my current situation fits neither of my needs, but I’ve been making it work for the last few years.