once upon a time...
in a far off land, there lived Tif.
she lived in a shed surrounded by an acre of moss and now it would appear at least 10 different species of mushrooms and toadstools. why this is Tif does not know, she can only imagine their appearance has something to do with 'pesky gnomes' all over the globe 'planning and a plotting' to descend this christmas upon Tif and her shed.
Tif was an avid thrifter and would often take a trip, leaving the shed and it's contents behind, to go forth into the 'real' world looking for treasure.
one such day, Tif found herself in the furniture department of her local thrift store, now Tif knew this was usually a total waste of her thrifting time. only twice had the 'angels chorused all around' upon discovery of 'items with potential'.
once with her little sewing stool
once with her little set of drawers.
Tif thought perhaps her dearest readers may not believe her tale of 'furniture crappity crap department' woes and so armed with camera she recorded the evidence. knowing that even a jury and a judge would have to record a verdict of 'guilty' to the crime of 'articles with over priced tags for what they are'.
and so it was that Tif wandered into the area of 'crime', knowing she would soon be wandering out but then something caught her eye. piled high with other 'discards that stood little chance' she noted legs worth noting.
mid century legs no less...
"i see... a table shaped like a coffin", quiped Tif's second eldest child, as she discovered her mother pondering the little table
Tif looked at the table and the table looked at Tif.
the table tried hard to look like 'potential' and not a mini coffin lid,
Tif noted the table was trying hard and so she tried hard to find the 'vision' inside her head of what this little 'please take me home' table could become.
but she only saw a glimmer of potential,
trying not to notice the tables heartwrenching sobs, she shoved it back under the shelf and left empty handed.
the next morning Tif awoke in her shed surrounded by her clan, her critters and a 'vision' in her mind of what the table would become.
making her excuses she left the shed and it's contents to figure out their own sunday breakfast and headed back to the thrift store, hoping that no one else in the meantime had spied those good looking legs.
the little table sat just where Tif had left it, the coffin top all beat up and stacked high with other 'horrors' for sale.
"i'm back" Tif whispered, "i'm sorry i doubted your potential"
the little table smiled
(actually it didn't, but i think if it could smile it would have, so let's just say it did)
Tif paid her $15 and took the coffin table home
of course she had to listen to the usual "what is that?" and "why? seriously" questions for the rest of the day but she just smiled a smile to herself and went about her usual sunday chores.
and so it came to be a few days later, with the help of her trusty paint brush, a dwindling supply of glossy white paint and four coats later,
the ugly duckling with 'little potential' became a swan
Tif is most happy with her table and her table is most happy with her.
and the moral to this story being, do not figure a 'chorus of angels' will appear every time and do not under any circumstances doubt your instincts in a thrift store, if you see a glimmer of potential, then that is all one needs...
she sees the sun is out, but alas that is not going to help one 'pesky sick' squirrel doing his dying act outside her studio window ~ Tif