the road mistakenly travelled …
… can bring such loveliness! Well, it will be loveliness :-) Better find said loveliness before Julian returns from Dubai. He doesn’t have quite the same eye for a roadside gem as I.
There we were – mum and I – taking a wrong turn from the patchwork store back to the university to collect Abigail from her Saturday morning class when we spied this dear little 1940s dressing table – in almost perfect condition – on the footpath, awaiting the council’s hard rubbish collection.
It’s previous owners were very sweet and cheerfully helped me carry it back into their garage so I could dash home (didn’t want anyone else appropriating MY treasure and besides, I still had to collect my child) to get my car – it’s a station wagon.
Look at the gentle curve of the door, the sweet inlaid design and the wonderful original plastic/bakelite handle with its brass strip.
And the dear little drawer down the bottom! Perfect for something secret.
The previous owners (a young couple – it had been her grandmother’s) said it would come up great if I painted it and got some new handles. Uh-uh! I have spent the day wearing my fingers to the bone – they have wrinkles so deep they look like holes – scrubbing it down with steel wool and methylated spirits – with a bit of scraping and sanding thrown in. And carefully cleaned the handles which came up a treat.
Now, after sitting for hours on the pavers, I can barely walk. Never mind. Tomorrow, I hope to finish the little bit of scrubbing that remains, finish sanding it (shame Julian cannot be tempted, because when he wants to, he can sand wood till it feels like exquisitely fine glass), and then I can begin to re-polish it and when Julian arrives home on Thursday, he’ll never believe it was free!
Oh, and it has a big mirror in the middle and two side mirrors that swing on hinges. So when you come and stay, it will be in the guest room with sweet drawer liners, a cosy bedside lamp, a row of cheerful, before bed novels (Perhaps some Neil Gaiman and Alexander McCall Smith short stories) on the little shelf that sits between the two cupboards, a stack of wonderful ooooh and aaaaah interiors magazines below, and room for your bibs and bobs. Can’t wait ;-)
And for all the puppy lovers – here’s Toph being weighed in for the week …
… in an ice cream bucket on the kitchen scales. Actually we didn’t think to weigh her earlier but now, just so you know, she weighs 2025 grams. There you go.