Engraved With Memory
Once a upon time, this happy homemaker bought a table,
a wooden table,
a very nice and long and shiny kitchen table.
And she wanted it to stay perfect.
Forever.
And then she remembered: She lived on a farm,
not the Louvre.
Did the happy homemaker revolt, seeking revenge by covering the wooden slab with a plastic tablecloth? Or did she and the table live happily ever after?
You can find out by pulling a chair up to the table over at The High Calling today, where I’m writing about my table (and, um, perhaps a wee bit about my obsessive tendencies)…
Yeah! I am first to comment. That never happens…thanks to late start!! Anyway, I LOVED your story over at high callings. I have been there, done that. That was once my kitchen floor, now scratched, tattered and coming up at the seams, but I am ok with that. At first, I was a FREAK about it. Those things don't matter so much now that I am older, wiser, and a grandma. Hard to keep life from happening when it is all around, and I would not have it any other day. Have a wonderful day sister!
Ah Carol … You are a blessing. Thanks for sharing your thoughts here. Sometime, I'd love for you to come on over for coffee. We could put a few dents in my table. 🙂
Our birdseye maple table is resting in our garage waiting for someone to purchase it. We received an oak one from family due to a death and it has not settled with me yet. I love the old birdseye maple one with rickety chairs and carved wood, it has personality and presence.
It is era 1940-1950 and has wedged itself into my 'dining room'… I do believe the decision to bring it back in will take place after the holidays.
It matches our home better.
( I posted this on the wrong site I put it on the highcalling site~ Oops)
I love that your tells a story, lots of them over the years. Undoubtedly, you've all added to its worthiness over the years, making it an irreplaceable treasure.
Such a graceful, lovely way to live a life.
Keep to it.
peace~elaine