I wish I could use my Grandma's sewing table in the house, but thanks to 50 years of cigarette smoking, it is relegated to the front porch.
It still makes me very happy to have it. Somewhere along the line, my Grandpa turned it into a make-up table for my Grandma, and I have lots of good memories of watching my Grandma and my Aunt Reen apply their make-up at this table when I would spend the night at the beach house.
Of course, there was always cat urine on the sheets and a scary fox stole in the closet. So I guess they aren't all good memories! :)
It still makes me very happy to have it. Somewhere along the line, my Grandpa turned it into a make-up table for my Grandma, and I have lots of good memories of watching my Grandma and my Aunt Reen apply their make-up at this table when I would spend the night at the beach house.
Of course, there was always cat urine on the sheets and a scary fox stole in the closet. So I guess they aren't all good memories! :)
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