Pointing to my folded card table a man once asked me, "What's that?"
"That's my magic table," I told him.
He thought for a moment before asking, "So what does it do?"
Aha.
It's a table. I use it for magic. Therefore it's a magic table. Doesn't do anything on its own, I'm afraid.
I mention this because I've just finished building a new magic table and case to replace the old one. It doesn't do anything except fold up rather cleverly (the shelf and top fit inside the case when it's collapsed), but it's immensely useful as it gives me a place to put stuff when I'm doing a show.
Walnut, Baltic Birch ply and Aspen, if you're curious. And the remains of a dark green wool Moroccan djellaba (thank you, Bruce; I knew it would come in handy). Fairly heavy, but it's self-contained and bombproof.
And here's your rabbit photo. This was Jellybaby at less than a year old.
Now tell me THAT's not cute.
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