the story of a desk

My Mom lives in the best neighborhood. It’s perfect for her. Her neighbors are friendly AND nice. And they look out for her too. The old drunk guy next door shovels her walk when it’s really snowy. There’s a young guy w/a lawn service who mows her yard when it’s too hot and mulches her leaves when there’s too many to rake. What more could a daughter ask for?


Last year, one of her neighbors passed away. His partner (of 30 yrs) had passed away the year before. A family member took care of the house and got it ready to sell, etc. The couple that had lived in the house had been there for a looooong time. They collected a lot of stuff but especially liked antiques. So the family member had a garage sale for a lot of stuff but sold most of it to dealers and consignment shops. It took him a long time to get the house in order and Mom kind of befriended him. So every once in a while, she bought some things from him ~ potters, a little side table, and this old table for me;

She thought it would be perfect for the craft room since it could be folded down if I wasn’t using it, thereby saving room. It was an excellent idea and I love it. My original plan was to paint it ~ multi colors, you know, cheerful! As you can see, I haven’t done it yet.

Last week I was surfing and happen to stop on Antiques Road Show. I stopped because I saw this table;

It looks a lot like mine! Well, except mine is a rectangle instead of an oval, and it had a drawer. But then they appraised it;

Whaaaaaaaaat?

So Mom, I’m going to reimburse you the $50 you paid for it. OK?

:-)