I painted our coffee table last weekend and as I stroked a brand new, beautiful shade of dusty aqua onto the old nicked, scarred white paint, I couldn’t help but think of all the memories that little ten-dollar table held.
When I bought this curvy table at Goodwill twelve years ago, we had just bought our first home. The table was two tones of cheap wood, desperately in need of refinishing, but sturdy, nicely shaped, and in our price range. I brought it home and immediately gave it two coats of creamy white paint. It looked like this for the next dozen years, with a new crop of nicks and scratches added each year.
Since then, this faithful piece of furniture has almost become a member of the family. Especially if you judge by how many family photos it shows up in!
Is there a piece of furniture in your life
that would have tales to tell if it could talk?
I’d love to hear about it!