Tables and Counters Items

A small, dignified platform for objects that like being noticed.

A table that's seen more elbows than manners.

An ornate keeper of specimens, secrets, and one tragically misplaced sandwich.

A monument to taxonomy and the futility thereof.

Smells faintly of ink, paper, and the kind of dust that remembers its own history.

Nothing placed here survives until noon.

Nothing placed here survives until noon.

I'm saving these drinks for the apocalypse!

A fine resting spot for your cocoa mug and socked feet.

A fine resting spot for your cocoa mug and socked feet.

For your unfinished crossword puzzles.

For yer grog, yer loot, or yer ever-growin' pile o' bills and expired coupons. Yar!

A map of wonder... and several confirmed inaccuracies.

Commercial kitchen grade for makers and tasters.

A compact shrine of fans, cables, and data.

Half bed, half medieval torture device for the lower back.

This tree saw centuries. Someone sawed the tree. Now it's a table.

A dependable place to spread out and let your mind roam.

Worn, weathered, and far more interesting than perfection.

Worn, weathered, and far more interesting than perfection.

Wobbles like it still remembers the waves.

Wobbles like it still remembers the waves.

A retired piece of shipwreck, still salty about the demotion.

A retired piece of shipwreck, still salty about the demotion.

Brings tea, tidings, and a faint air of superiority wherever it goes.

Brings tea, tidings, and a faint air of superiority wherever it goes.

The noble lady's battlefield.

Dreams of being part of a quilt one day...

A dining surface, card table, and emergency surgery platform, in that order.

Might collapse under pressure... but don't we all?

Wears its runner like a prom queen sash—confident and celebratory!

Is it a huge decorative wrapped gift, or is it literally a table? You decide!

An excellent surface for signing away your soul to the devil.

It's seen more dirt than a gossip column.

The altar where vegetables learn fear.

A survivor of the factory floor, retired after one heroic battle with a fearsome lathe.

The kind of table that earns its scratches.

The birthplace of both genius ideas and truly alarming noises.

Organized in theory, chaotic in practice.

Warm to the touch, or maybe just pleased to be remembered.

Warning: impossible to leave once entered.

Put a bucket underneath if you care about the floor.

A perfect mid-hike place to chat.

Built with great faith in your knees.

A pristine surface waiting to be defiled by greasy fingerprints and takeout containers.

Versatile surface for romantic candlelit dinners to cold pizza breakfasts.

Always at your side—emotionally unavailable, but dependable.

A survivor of the factory floor, retired after one heroic battle with a fearsome lathe.

Arrived three weeks late, labeled 'urgent turnips.' Was supposed to be tea. Turned out to be anthrax.

Keeps your wires organized—allegedly.

A place for productivity... or procrastination.

Crafts are born here, along with mild profanity.

Maintains structural integrity during moderate multi-user load.

A planar module constructed for load-balanced placement.

An elegant storage solution for things too sentimental to throw out and too useless to display.

An elegant storage solution for things too sentimental to throw out and too useless to display.

Looks innocent until you meet it shin-first at midnight.

Looks innocent until you meet it shin-first at midnight.

Because every good sofa needs a loyal sidekick.

Because every good sofa needs a loyal sidekick.