What I Bought

A couple days ago I told you about going to a wonderful/crazy shop that is part salvage yard, part antique treasure chest, and 100% delightful. And I hinted that I bought something but made ya guess.

Well, this is what I bought:

A square occasional table with beautiful turned legs, unusual wavy spreaders, and a pronounced spindle where the spreaders meet.

It was love at first sight. I actually stopped walking and took a sharp breath inward when I spied this beauty. It's from the 1860s, American made, of unknown history, but what a looker!

And when he told me the price--which included rehabbing it and restaining it, all I could blurt out was YESthankyouverymuchpleasepleaseYESNOW!

It was dry, rickety, and needed some TLC, so I asked the magicians there to give it a darker color and then throw a faint wash of gray over it, and this is how it turned out:

Ta-daa!

Oh, how I love these wavy lines:

And the prominent spindle is eye-grabbing:

I love how the table looks against our floors:

 Aand, can you tell I'm kinda fond of floppy arrangements of roses? Yeah.

The underside of the table is full of mystery. What are all those shadows of rectangles? The old nail holes? What is this table's history?

I don't know, and the table's not telling. But I'm thrilled to have it in the family.