oh yes! Shhh! Julian hasn’t seen it yet. Well, he might have. He did walk past it this morning – it was in the boot, he was on his way to work. But I think he was too preoccupied waving goodbye to me whilst bemoaning the muggy heat. He didn’t mention it. Of course he may well have seen it and just decided to block it from his consciousness.
I spied this little number last night. It’s all the fault of the weather. If it hadn’t been ridiculously hot, I would have cooked a lovely supper (well, hopefully lovely – might have been ordinary :-). Instead, I was flaked out on the sofa telling people that breakfast cereal with cold milk was a perfectly good option. They disagreed. So what was I forced to do? Go to the fish and chip shop. There I was meandering down Alfada street – relishing every moment of the car’s airconditioning – when I spied a gathering of furniture on the footpath. Hmmmm ……..
… looked like a sideboard to me. Its back was to me – but in the darkness I could spy an arched backrest and horizontal planks nailed across the back. Odd – the backrest said art deco, the planks suggested much earlier. Definitely worth a closer look on the way home. Which I did … and almost gave up on it. Even in the gloom I could see that this poor art deco sideboard had been doused in a red cordial coloured stain. Ugh! And it was shiny. Ugh! Ugh!
However, come this morning, the sideboard was still dancing around my mind – I knew exactly where I would put it and what I would use it for – so I took Abby and Rina for a quick squiz on our way to school. Rina looked appalled that her Australian “mum” liked other folks’ junk. Abby was a bit sceptical. See, she’d totted up the number of sideboards that currently reside in Bootville – that would be four – and she reckoned five was too many.
I must confess, I still needed convincing – all that red cordial was unlikely to come off easily which meant painting the sideboard. And I couldn’t imagine it painted. So I drove by again after dropping the girls, and this time inspected it in the daylight. Yes, that stain/varnish was just as hideous in the daylight. But oh my, it did have the loveliest curvy shape and lines. Deep cupboards, deep drawers. Oh the potential! The owner was in his front garden with the builders who were measuring up his renovation. I said my good mornings and inquired as to the status of the sideboard (Yeah … like I didn’t know it was heading for the council’s hard rubbish muncher).
“Oh that!” he replied “You’re welcome to it!” “Marvellous,” I said with a smile – already having lowered the back seats and positioned the pink rug I keep in the back just for this purpose – protects the tailgate when I’m loading furniture.
“I’ll help you lift it in!” he added, strolling down the drive, “Actually – mate!”, to his builder friend, “You can help me.”
“Yeah right!” said the builder with a grin, “I saw that one coming.” They picked it up and slid it in.
“You’d never have managed that, love”, the owner said to me. Oh really! They don’t know Lily Boot!
An hour later, after Julian left, I tried to concentrate on my pintucking. I truly did. But that sideboard was calling from the car – and besides, I couldn’t fit both the girls in at pickup time if I left there. So out it came – lily style – and I decided to just give it a wee scrub with the metho to see what the red cordial did. Lo and behold! It came off. Woot! Which meant that I then spent the next four hours wearing my fingerprints off my fingers.
Oooooooh! Look at that – nice. There’s still a hint of pink in some parts of the grain, but I kinda like it. It’s like the sideboard is holding on to a little bit of its story. It will give it a rather unusual warmth. And I simply could not have painted over that lovely wood – I’m a complete sucker for art deco veneer. This sideboard is perfectly matched to Lotte’s sideboard and the Gentleman’s Wardrobe. It was made for us. I can’t WAIT to get stuck into over our long weekend (Labor Day here in Victoria on Monday) – I reckon I’ll have it finished by Monday and in situ.
“Where?!?!?!?” you may well ask dubiously. You’ll just have to wait and see – I have a cunning plan.