I wish I would have taken a picture of the table but I didn’t think of it until I was getting ready to leave the city dump. At one time, it was a beautiful little table but last fall, while I was re-doing my living room, it ended up outside. I didn’t mean for it to end up outside but I didn’t have enough room for it. I only wanted it out there while I moved things around but it never made it back in. I had it under a tarp but our weather has been wonderful for mold and it got a hold of the table, along with a lot of water.
So, I had to let it go.
Here’s the story of the table and why it was very hard for me to throw it into that giant dumpster.
I was at a rummage sale and the lady had a lot of stuff that I really liked. She was really nice and we had a lot in common. When I saw the table that she was selling for $20, I loved it. It was so pretty and elegant looking. I went to get the money out and realized that I didn’t have enough. She was an older lady and it almost seemed like her daughters were pressuring her to get rid of things so they convinced her to let me buy it for less. I think I only had $12 or $15 and she seemed very hesitant but then she said, “I’ll give it to for that if you promise to love it as much as I did.”
I feel terrible about what happened to the table. I almost kept it even though my mom kept telling me that it needed to go. And then the guy that was helping me unload the trailer of stuff at the dump looked at it and said, “It’s toast.” I knew he was right so I put it in the dumpster.
I’m still a little sad about it tonight but at least it’s not outside my house anymore. The building inspector should be along any day now and that’s one less thing in my yard, which by the way, isn’t looking too bad.