Accused of having a tendency to repair things too well (i.e. taking the quirkiness and "character" out of them in the process of making them function better), I thought this might be a chance to prove I was capable of building something without sanding the history out of it.
I have had a bread board, which I believe I purchased between plays while antiquing with my mother at Niagra-on-the-Lake decades ago. It measured a bit less than the requisite 3 feet, but the main surface was cracked in the middle and at 75 or more years oldit had plenty of character.
So here it is. It used up almost all the wood and the only other material was for the drawer.
And here it is in Alice's office.