I hope you are not bored with my tables because right now I am feeling life and when that happens, rather than go clothes shopping, or to a beauty spa, in BC Land I drive the BC Crew loopy by scheming about the house, chuck out the chintz and dress up anything that doesn’t move, in particular tables.
I know that some might think I am odd ‘cos I like to play dress up with tables but there’s nothing for it I am hooked and I have to admit I spend an inordinate amount of time looking for things I like to put on them.
Along with wedding dresses under the house, this cottage is full of table mights and maybes that sometimes never end up on one. I have suitcases full of vintage tablecloths and napkins but at the moment am loving nothing linen-y of the sort. I have bulging cupboards full of so-called bargains, online finds, op-shop delights, frenchy boutique specials, candles from dollar shops… all of which I covet because they were thrifty and fun and part of me.
And so the other day rushing around in my role as seaside taxi driver I just happened to be able to fit in one of these random shopping trips, where I flick in alone and search…a quick coffee and a browse in a nice little shop that might, by chance, have something for me.
Whereupon, there, staring at me, from a table, so beautifully dressed I gasped, were the chargers of my dreams.
Don’t laugh. I really do think about things like rattan chargers
Now, I admit, a little jump, a clasp of hands and a sound emanating from one’s mouth something along the lines of “ooohohyeessssssssssssss” in a high pitch may be construed by some as a little OTT, but not for me, as one who spends a whole lot of time thinking not about the welfare of my children but about the prettiness of my tables, these my friends were the piece de resistance, the proverbial icing on the Beach Cottage cake.
And so at the weekend, stressed out from a busy family week, chores that had piled up, simply too much on my mind and gnawing looming deadlines I grabbed a beer, sought out from the back of the wardrobe the chargers and just dressed and pottered and foofed.
I must point out here that no-one was coming over for dinner, in fact, I was not sure what was for dinner, for all I knew a teenager or worse Mr BC would be making dinner and I have to tell you also I wasn’t sure if I would let anyone sit at this table.
But strangely, as is often the way in life, like when you exercise, a bit into this, the levels had dropped, the beer had slipped down, the chargers were rocking my boat and things like what to eat were a little more do-able.
And so, after un-tieing a couple of kids from trees but banishing them to the IKEA table I ended up here, with a book, another drink, a roast chicken in the oven and a much calmer gal.
Mr BC asked me yesterday what I had in the back of the wardrobe for the weekend ;-)
See you all soon
Yours in rattan chargers