Yesterday was the 3-month anniversary of carting home the Lane Acclaim series side-table. In need of work, ours has been a love-hate relationship ever since. Well, at least until today! Below: the car ride home…
What Gadora imagined might be a brilliant and expeditious reno, was actually a laborious lesson in patience and how to best overcome over-simplified project expectations. The original oven-baked lacquer finish had at some point been coated with a shiny lacquer.
More than 11 hours after beginning, picking up and applying the first container of stripper… we have success!
Austin rocks. Besides the fact that it’s the music capital of these here United States, blah blah blah, just when Gadora thought scoring great finds at garage sales was futile… Austin delivers. Case in point…
And while the GS matron Maria and I visited amongst her things, her GS partner up-sold the early American mirror. “Ok, I’ll take it!”
More loot found on the way to check out a few furniture stores… practically free, Gadora scored a wicker/bamboo magazine rack (which Sandra suggested might suffice as a snazzy album holder!) and this twirly metal light fixture.
Though we weren’t in the market for a box of pigs, we stooped to get our hands on them. “There are 88 of ’em in that box!!,” says the seller, propped in a garden lounger under the shade. He collected them for years. Was in some sort of secret swine society…
Oooooo-kay. But we’re still not paying $100 smackers for your silly sows, Mister. Even IF your cookie jar oinks!
Thanks Austin, for another great day! You do rock.
Rosie brought Gadora home a wee lil table. A dime-a-dozen side table often overlooked in homes decorated in the ’90s. Almost light lodge meets country charm… sans the charm. Gadora knew immediately it’d rock with the striped coffee table.
As such, it was painted one coat of light taupe, allowed to dry, then taped off. The top was painted in stripes. Once dry, Gadora painted black-gray latex on one section at a time then wiped off with a damp cloth. Once dry, a coat of poly was applied, then later a layer of furniture wax was applied and buffed off.
In just two days of work (with only 3 hours between them), Gadora refashioned an otherwise so-so side table into something rather sweet. Starting this day a work is only truly complete when it’s been given its seal of approval. See?
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).
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.
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.
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.
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.
Rescued from a surprisingly interesting estate sale in Watauga, TX last weekend “this find” showed signs of neglect. Shoppers passed it for brass candle holders and baby clothes and after a brisk and low-ball negotiation, Gadora dragged the table home.
Gadora set it outside and began the circling game, angling to uncover it’s hidden potential. What color did it want to be? Offer the doors new pulls? Did I really need to buy this? While it is true the marble top rocked and the decorative molding muffled a quiet spark… it’s luster lacked.