My father is still in hospital, on the stroke ward of the Royal Hallamshire Hospital, although he’ll be moved to Chesterfield as soon as there’s a bed available. We’re hoping that he’ll be able to come home in a few days, but he has some loss of co-ordination with his left hand which is very frustrating as he’s left-handed.
Of course dad’s been in my thoughts a lot this weekend & then I noticed the coffee table which so reminds me of him. I’ve been dusting this piece of furniture for as long as I can remember which is not surprising as it’s more than 50 years old & I haven’t got that far yet, not quite 😉
My dad made this table for my mum, for their home when they married – I tried to capture the hand-carved hearts on either end. The wood was from an old dining table found rotting in the outbuildings of the small-holding farm where my mum lived with her parents. He salvaged as much useable timber as he could & this was the result. It’s always been stained & varnished dark in my memory, with spills easily wiped down – would I ever strip it back to natural wood? Maybe, but for now this is how I fondly remember it & love it
I’m pleased that it’s here in my home & proud that my mum entrusted it to me. She doesn’t want it to leave the family & it won’t as my daughter will probably take care if it when I no longer can. Like me, she loves belongings that have a history, story or sentimental value. This means items in our homes don’t match, no Ikea-like beech effect throughout for us, or even trendy shabby-chic, but quirky pieces & a general mis-match of furniture that’s pleasing & comforting to us. By no means are we replicating the style of the houses we were raised, but we’re definitely stamping our own personalities on our homes & everything doesn’t have to be all fresh & brand new, there’s still a place for certain favourites.