Tuesday, June 12, 2012
The Table That Wouldn't.
One hot day, several summers ago, my mom and I were for some strange reason driving on an out of the way little street in our nearby town of 900 and it looked like someone had got evicted from the second floor. Stuff had been heaved off the upper story landing and lay in a massive wreckage of a pile. Oooo.... let's have a look! I wasn't convinced of the situation, but Mom assured me it was free for the taking. We snagged a neat kitchen table, still smeared with that morning's strawberry jam, and squiggled and wiggled it into the van. I can't quite remember, but I think we managed to get a few other things too. Then an old junker car started driving slowly towards us and we freaked out and burned it out of there. Oh my goodness. Should I even be confessing this on a public blog?! Maybe someone will recognize this table and come after me! And well, maybe we shouldn't have taken that table, because it would. not. sell. It was long before the days of Kammy's Korner, so I didn't take a before picture. But I refinished the top and painted the bottom in an Earth Brown/black color.