This Thanksgiving, I was supposed to go down to see Thor at his place in Washington, but to make a long story short, a short while back, I ended up buying a coffee table at an antique store in BC, but had no clue how to get it up here, so he volunteered to bring it up this weekend and stay here for Thanksgiving instead of me going down south. The coffee table is beautifully aged and worn. There's some debate as to how old it is and how it got it's age, but I'm choosing to believe that some loving family with kids often gathered around it, playing on it, doing crafts on it, using it for a centerpiece for family movie nights or an all important table for serving hors d'oeuvers to friends and family on during times of celebration. I believe it witnessed good times and bad times, was host to many a wonderful novel, tea, candle and even study surface. It was a catch all, see all, sturdy and strong through some many years.
That's Thor's banjo, it looks great sitting there!
That's my belief. I love the table. I love that Thor brought it up for me (it wasn't without issues!). I love that I own it now and can continue to add to its history and charm. As big as it is, it opens up my living room again, and gives me a sense of space.
I know objects are just objects, but when you find something that you connect with on some level, it's more than just an object.