industrial island.

It was love at first sight.  The second I saw the below island I knew I had to have it.  It's the single most beautiful piece of furniture I have ever laid eyes on - it has history and weight and its rustic and industrial all at the same time.  I am envisioning myself (finally) mastering the art of puff pastry, baking hundreds of cookies, and rolling out thousands of rounds of pizza dough on it's slate top.  I have never spent my money more wisely.  

I found it at the most lovely shop in Jersey City called Beekman Lane which sells the kind of eclectic mix of antique items that I fall head over heels for.  Living a block away could become very dangerous.