Last week, I was playing along with the lovely 7 vignettes instagram challenge organised by
Jen Bishop from the Interiors Addict blog.
My chippy old table featured as the background in one of my images, and attracted a few comments.
Like almost everything here in the bach, there is a story to be told about the table, so I thought I might share it...
Brunnel and I bought the hotchpotch cabin that was to become our bach around 13 years ago.
To make a long story short, it was an opportunity that we just couldn't pass on. A scenario that was unlikely to ever come our way again, and so we took the plunge.
The budget was tight. Super tight, especially given that buying a bach hadn't been budgeted for at all if you get my drift.
Hence the table.
I found it at the dump. No, not in a dump recycle shop (I don't think there was one) but actually at the dump. Of course we were dropping off, not meant to be picking up. Scavenging it may even have been called. Brunnel's face was its usual picture.
'But it's a door. Why on earth do you want that scungy old thing?'
'Quick! Help me get it in the car. And this chair as well.'
On one of our working-bee weekends my godmother came to visit.
The door was propped up outside.
She thought it was being removed from the bach. Terrible old thing that it was.
'No', explained my mother, with raised eyebrows. 'It's a fresh arrival.
She's using it as a table.'
Beryl choked, but could see that after brutal disinfecting and a fresh coat of paint, that it could perhaps work as a table.
I don't think she could see this at all, but being the polite and tactful godmother that she is, Beryl thought better of saying anything more that might require her to take her foot out of her mouth.
'Actually,' I explained, 'I love the chipped old paint, & I'm going to use it just as it is.'
Raised eyebrows all around, Brunnel's included.
I was pregnant with Milly at the time. I'm sure they thought it must just be the hormones.
Obviously the hormones are still an issue.
I'm not even sure that the term 'upcycled' had even been coined back then, but unwittingly, I had embraced it.
The table stayed. The most perfectly imperfect shade of chipped turquoise blue paint there ever was.
In my hormonally-challenged point of view anyway!
(P.S I'm so pleased to learn that Jen's 7 vignettes instagram challenge is going to become a regular event. Follow the #7vignettes on instagram to join in and check Jen's blog for the dates & rules.)Pin It