I can become obsessed about things. Those of you who know me won’t be shocked by that statement. But the dirty truth is that if I see something I like, it goes into this hidden area of my brain and I absolutely CAN’T get the thought out of my head no matter how hard I try. Full throttle obsession.

It can be a variety of things that do this to me. The most perfect necklace that I saw on a girl walking down the street in NYC. An insane pair of shoes I caught a glimpse of on that gorgeous woman sitting two seats behind me in a restaurant. The most comfortable yet chic chair that graced the living room of a party I attended. And the obsession that haunted me the past three years… A shallow type bowl made out of what looked like a slice of tree that housed the most delicious guacamole that my friend Bob makes and offers at his gatherings and parties. The minute I saw that bowl…. OBSESSED. He told me that his sister gave it to him as a gift and that he thought she found it in Vermont. Ugh. This could be like finding a needle in a haystack.

So the search began. Surely I would be able to find something similar.  Yet trips to NYC, Maine, Massachusetts and Vermont all turned up empty.  Surely with my keen internet shopping skills I could find one.  Nope.  And finally –  last week at a gathering where Bob’s sister Hanna attended I had to find out.  WHERE did she get that bowl?  And her response? Oh! just a few towns over from a company called City Bench.  WHAT????  She then told me the story about this company and less than 48 hours later I was meeting Ted at their shop.  They basically salvage grand, historic trees that are being torn down from areas being developed {usually around New Haven} and turn them into cherished pieces of furniture that can be passed down from generation to generation. Each  of their pieces bears a “birth certificate” describing the tree’s origin, significance, and story. Their aim is to build a meaningful and lasting enterprise, which creates positive environmental and social change, and contributes to the vitality of the communities in which they operate.  Amen!!!




We found our bowl… or “trencher” as they call it, but we left with plans for the farm table we are going to have built for our dining room.  The finishes feel luxurious and we know that future generations of our family will gather around the same table and break bread for years to come.