Black and White Pallet Table

Life is a little bit in upheaval—in a good way. 

I made the leap from part-time job to fulltime job, after vacillating back and forth from the prospects of “more time or more money?”

Wouldn’t it be nice to have both someday?

My employer made the decision easier when they announced that because of the direction the organization was going, my role was now upgraded to a mandatory fulltime role.  The impression I received was that I was invited to keep my job by embracing the upgrade.

We never planned on me working fulltime at this point; but life never turns out as planned. 

Sometimes it turns out better than planned. 

Sometimes little ideas for an interesting coffee table turn out better than planned, as well. 


A while ago, I designed this table and my husband spent hours creating it for me; and I mean hours.  The pallet wood had to be stripped down to narrow strips.  Mitered on the edges.  Sanded.  Then, sanded again. 

I didn’t want a painted black and white table–I wanted the wood grain to show through. And so we decided to put several coats of Minwax Jacobean Wood Stain until it was ebony.  And for the white strips, we used several coats Minwax White Wash Pickling.


It is a thin enough product to whiten the wood without hiding the wood-grain. 

(Again, I really didn’t wanted painted wood.) 

To seal the table, we used polyurethane on all the dark pieces.  We were nervous about the yellowing-effect of poly on the white pieces, and so we used acrylic on those pieces to ensure those pieces won’t yellow over time.


I just love it.

I more than love it; I am drawn to it.

It symbolizes what beauty looks like to me; a conjugality of structure, simplicity and visual originality.

The black and white pallet wood contrasts without competition. It tells the story of how opposition can be harmonious and unified.

Straight lines that go someplace and yet, if you stare long enough, your eyes swim in a fascinating vortex.

I love that it is a proclamation of novelty without bold colors or busy patterns.


Simplicity–home, life, schedules, wardrobe—without rigidity, makes me happy.   

Order, and yet, within that order, doors left open for the unexpected, for the magical, to wander in.

For me, chaos is the anti-creative, and yet so is predictability.   

And so I love to see the embodiment of this right in my living room. 

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