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Furniture too hodge-podge-lodge for you? Easy, paint it all the same color, poof, a bit more formal.
Pic, above, here.
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Table with chopped off legs makes me smile. Mom/dad used a round Sheraton'ish mahogany dining room table, with chopped off legs for a coffee table until I was just about thru college. Flew home one weekend, and it was gone. Given to the maid's nephew's, uncle's mom's youngest sister's 2nd best friend. Catch my drift? Given to the universe, NOT ME. Speechless, then my best 2 year old self found her voice. It was my parents turn to be speechless! They had no clue I loved the table, nor thought it should be mine, all mine, some day. Nor did they care, deed was done, get over it, buck-up Buttercup, and by the way your disgusting attitude is an embarrassment to us and yourself. Got the memo.
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Last gasp of entitlement felt. It was the era, graduate college, move out, get married, get a job, pay for husband's master's degree, save money, build a house, get a second degree, horticulture, by age 27. This was the go-go mid/late 80's and I was the failure, so many my age already living in the big homes, blah-blah. Parents always had stories to share, in detail, about childhood friends made CEO or selling their 2 day old company for millions (ha!). My profession a misery to my parents. Until he died, dad tried turning me away from horticulture, into my engineering degree. No worries, at this distance, he did it from love.
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Knew at college graduation I would eat dirt off the sidewalk before asking parents for help, instead missed a lot of dinners. My sister has a knack for sending articles about snowflake millennials that make me call her almost immediately just to laugh together, imagining if we had behaved similarly, we wouldn't be alive now.
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A sweet duality, seeing tables with chopped off legs. A madeleine, a Proustian moment.
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Garden & Be Well, XOT