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Fish Table and Chair Set


This table and chair set is one of my favorites.
It's bright and colorful. Just happy. Kids seem to really love it. Parents like the alphabet that's around the table edges. It turns the table into an educational tool.
Mr. Fish is so happy and delighted to see the kids that gather around him. It's like he's talking to them.
I never intended to build children's furniture. Sometimes at auctions I would happen onto furniture that needed redoing. I'd buy it, paint fun characters on it, and sell it. People wanted more and more. Hence the building. I've evolved over the years in my attempts to make tables and chairs that are sturdy enough to withstand the children who climb on them and write on them and spill juice on them. Of course, anything is destructible. But I think my sets are pretty solid.
The downside of this became the children's furniture artist label. This is a really small part of what I do, but it's what people remember the most. That can be frustrating at times.
Of course, I've done all types of designs. I don't do licensed characters. It's illegal. Besides, I prefer to do my own thing and create my own colors and characters.
Right now I'm not taking any orders for kids' furnitures. I'm simply burnt out. I know I'll change my mind again. It's too much fun. And happy. There's something truly special about watching a child running up to embrace one of my characters or trying out a new chair. Kids are great.

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  1. MeliaDesignUKApril 19, 2008 at 4:50 AM

    FAB! My little boy would love this fish table set. Well done, keep up the good work!

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