Take. it. off!

The modest Lane table is giving Gadora fits. She simply will. not. strip. Whoever thought it a good idea to irresponsibly shellac this table, then to ignore the drips underneath its surface… well, they simply need a schooling in the art of being good to furniture.

Lane Side Table
Lane Side Table

Gadora has gone through a WHOLE bottle of “green” stripper, begging the question, “If I have to use excessive amounts of green stripper, am I really being green?” Well, no. I am not. Gadora has now procured a proper can of serious stripper and even after three applications is still finding the table won’t entirely strip.

Close up.
Close up.

See? This has been a lesson in patience, my dear. A little sweat equity can pay off. I will see. No, I will see.

On a run last week to discover Austin’s most fab furniture stores, I slipped into the now famous “HomeGirls.” Met with Mom Kathryn, who was delightful, and chatted a bit about my new city. “You will love it here,” she smiles. I tell her about Gadora, and the Lane table I’m still working on, and she points me to hers. Right there, sitting quietly on display is mines match. Shy to take a picture, it gives me some gumption to push for a weekend completion.

Kindel vanity with mirror…

Gadora found a vanity with a mirror in a lady’s garage (let’s henceforth call her “Crazy Cakes”). CC posted her stuff on Craigslist and I responded. We agreed to meet. “We’re off Keller-Hicks road, just past the Extreme Dream House Make-Over TV show home” she rattles in one breath, “you caaaain’t miss us.” I’d remembered that Ty Pennington’s “Extreme Home Makeover” had indeed come quite close to our Lil Keller hood. And Gadora was happy to see it.

Extreme Home Makeover ~ Keller, TX
Extreme Home Makeover ~ Keller, TX

Well, I did miss Crazy Cakes’ house. Her erroneous directions were long-winded, and didn’t include a drive by the Extreme Home. Gadora finally arrived to find  CC had a whole mess of stuff in her garage. I specifically wanted this dresser but “Crazy Cakes” insisted I look at ALL her stuff. It took me a day to think about it (she was a pushy, pushy ‘garage’ sales girl). She’d quoted me a price, and that’s all she would do.

Kindel vanity
Kindel vanity

By the following day, CC had called and texted (both more than once) to see if I was interested in ALL of her pieces. I agreed to come back by, and through some wheeling-n-dealing got my Kindel vanity with mirrored top. Love it! Planning to decoupage some vintage National Geographic maps I scored at Sunday’s Estate Sales, I think it’s new skin will fit right in.

Kindel

Doing some preliminary research, I’ve found “Kindel” online. But not having luck identifying this particular piece. *Gadora needs the help of your savvy friend who surfs ebay with the greatest of ease.

Kindel vanity - BEFORE
Kindel vanity - BEFORE

** Gadora’s take on the Extreme Home… it’s ghastly over-sized. Plopped down on an ugly, ugly street West of Keller (tall browning prairie grass, horse pastures kicking up sandy dirt, and  bare Mesquite trees) it is a spectacle. People craning their necks to gawk at it and parked in the middle of the road, months after it was revealed (both live and then on TV), it draws a crowd. Nestled closely to the moderately sized dwellings it shares a street with, it’s a far cry from the low-slung ’70s roofs of its neighbors. It’s indeed true. You cain’t miss it.

Big Deal ~ Sunday Estate Sales

Traci called a few weeks ago beaming about her new hobby. “Estate Sales,” she chirped, “I map them out and off we go.” Gadora invited herself out to see their loot and hoped in earnest to join their next run. Bright and early Sunday morning, we coffeed up and began our journey from Decatur, headed to Weatherford, then eventually towards Ft. Worth and finished in Arlington (And thanks Tim for driving).

My Own Sunday Loot
My Own Sunday Loot

Gadora was most successful at the first and crappiest Estate Sale. The only ones there, we had space to pilfer. A wall of coffee mugs and glassware could only mesmerize so long. I spied 4 dusty shell lamp bases, then another, then another. Somehow a dank hallway beckoned me, and led me straight to a cluttered side table. I coolly and casually made my offer and the estate company accepted without incident. Here is Gadora’s table.

Lane table

A gorgeous Lane side piece that had recently been abused by shellac, the dovetails exposed just enough. A website I found said to read the serial number backwards and so it is that 01.06.66 was when my table was produced.

Lane specifics

JetsetModern identified my table as part of the “Acclaim” series. “In addition to its physical virtues, the Acclaim line was uncommonly broad and deep.” Another site offered: “LANE ACCLAIM SERIES MODERN END TABLES (PAIR) Designed by Andre Bus,” but this I’ll have to confirm. The only thing I can find on ebay is for a console table with drawers for the “buy it now” price of $599. We’re not close, but we’re pretty darn.

Lane Acclaim
Lane Acclaim

We spent the rest of the afternoon shuffling around town with mostly the same people.  Traci and Tim had been to most on Saturday and had scoped out their half-priced Sunday treasures. Narrowly missing a pristine wheat-colored velvet sofa with mid-century lines, I sulked into another part of the house and took a moment to remember each home  was a preserved, but now-disheveled history of the lives that unfolded there. We three,  ready to pick up their pieces.

Tonight’s posting, and new category listing “On Becoming,” is an ode to Carl R. Rogers, “On Becoming A Person.” The good life is indeed a process… and Gadora is in the process of becoming, too.