Fancy Pancy Project Farmtable

With Spring Break here (I'm a teacher), I decided to conquer my biggest conquest yet: building furniture . I'll admit, it was a whim. On a whim, I began and on a wing and a prayer, I finished. I took my time, measured twice and twice again and cut once. Nailed and screwed until my fingers were numb. I cringed all the way, waiting for a roadblock. Waiting for something that wouldn't fit to something else or for a slight breeze to blow the whole thing over. It didn't. Everything fit. Everything's stable. My husband jumped in to help me the second day because I needed another pair of hands to help with the drilling. All along the way, we used our own terms that would make professional craftsmen laugh. We measured counting "tick marks" off the inch. Shall I demonstrate? Me: "This end is 1,2,3,4,5,6 tick marks off 2 inches." Hubs: "Ok, let me measure my end...it is 1,2,3 tick marks before 2. We need to move it my way some". It was laughable and highly unprofessional BUT it worked!! For anyone wondering, I plan to study up on my 3/8" and 5/8" to know exactly how to read those tick marks. At least I know it's called a tape measure. All that to say, it is a my masterpiece and I have never been so proud in my life. I feel like such an overachiever! Behold, my fancy pancy farmhouse table.