We carried you into the shop last Saturday morning. I know you must have felt a little awkward in that moment...introductions and all that stuff. You had no legs; your pedestal got left behind with the chairs that grace your skirt! So it was your handsome round top, including your generous 24 inch leaf.
Yah, I understand. No self-respecting middle aged dining table want's to be out and about without make-up! That was hastily brought for you in a plastic bag. Jim explained how your finished surfaces had been skinned, your naked wood exposed, in preparation for an extensive facial. (Yes, I know it was a cold morning's drive to the shop...sorry about that; from a warm basement, a project shelved, hastily carried up and outside, but kindly transported here for completion.)
I concede; you weren't in your best form. But hey, don't be bashful! It's OK. FYI, last month we proudly and compassionately resurrected a vintage early 1900's rocking chair. It's handsome features had been repeatedly painted through many years before it fell into disuse. In fact it escaped a house fire once! Nevertheless,
eventually pulled apart and stuffed into an apple box it waited 40 years! It suffered some indignities, too, but hubba, hubba, you should see it now. So take heart!What's that you say? OK, you're right. We almost made a boo booh. That bag of cosmetic stain we carried in was way too dark for your delicate features. So although you're covered with tape and newsprint now (--you don't want that over spray where the sun's gonna shine! --) you're already fetching your share of compliments!
I know you've got a lot more to say, but let's save our shared experiences for next time.
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